What's happenin', nigga
 B.Geezy, Baby, Mannie Fresh, nigga
 Big Tymers, nigga
 You know we be stun'n our ass off, ya heard me

 (Bling, -ling, -ling)
 You know me and my clique stand out
 It's bling-a-ling every time we stick our hand out
 Eyes can't take it - motherfuckers turn they head around
 I gotta laugh 'cause the neck, too, look like a glass house
 Man, that ice the motherfucker
 Don't forget the whip - twenty-inches and TV's
 Navigation system, Dreamcast, all in the Bentley
 Everyday of the week I be jumpin' in somethin' different
 Bikes, Lexus Trucks - everyday I be switchin'
 My big round, Baby, taught me how to lay my stunt down
 Come 'round the corner once, leave, switch up, come back around
 You know how it go down on a Sunday uptown
 Wrist hangin' out the window of the Jag with the top down
 Later on that evenin', corner pocket off the chain
 But I advise you: don't come around without that thing
 'Cause them vultures be out and believe they be jackin'
 But they know I'm a made nigga - I still be stuntastic

 (Hook - 2x [B.G.])
 It's stuntastic
 Straight out the plastic
 If they got drastic
 Big Tymers is off the heezy
 It's ballerific
 Cash Money gifted
 It's very hard to look at them princess cuts 'cause they be glistenin'

 [Baby]
 I ride top-notch shit, nigga, all the hot shit
 On a Sunday I pull out all my drop-top shit
 I be stun'n
 Step in the club and buy the vault
 I know them hoes be lookin' - that's why I play this game raw
 It's just in me to be the nigga that I be
 Call me Atrice, call me Bryan, Bubble, or B.
 You know who I am
 You know Cash Money my fam'
 Who else could it be with me and Geezy spinnin' that Lam'
 Rockin' that ice, poppin' that cham'
 Jumpin' out in front a warehouse dressed in Hot Boy wear
 Glock on my side - you know we ain't gettin' checked at the door
 Get outta line, we leave a nigga brains on the dance floor
 Back to the coffee cup and drop the ice
 Shake it up
 When it come out, it's gon' fuck your eyes up
 Like I said last time: I don't need no introduction
 I'm the number-one when it come down to the stun'n

 (Hook - 2x [B.G.])
 It's stuntastic
 Straight out the plastic
 If they got drastic
 Big Tymers is off the heezy
 It's ballerific
 Cash Money gifted
 It's very hard to look at these princess cuts 'cause they be glistenin'

 [Mannie Fresh]
 Lil' one, I been paid
 Two-thousand-ten escalade
 Did I tell you how the seats made
 Crocodile and mink suede
 I touch y'all niggas' arms with candy-coated choppers
 I fed these hoes fettuccini while you was feedin' 'em whoppers
 I could take the ugliest bitch and turn her into somethin'
 And take a whack-ass track and have that bitch bumpin'
 Nigga, Liberacci ain't got nothin' on me
 I got one diamond, and one ring bigger than your whole future, g
 Shorty, you ain't heard the news? I'm ridin' on twenty-twos
 I take the groom bride and give that hoe the blues
 My neck on another level
 My life on another level
 Alright, you got a Benz - and, nigga, I'm pushin' the space shuttle
 Bitch, please
 My bank account Hercules

 [B.G.]
 It's, zero, zero, zero, comma, zero, (comma),
 stop (stop), freeze (freeze)

 [Mannie Fresh]
 Whatever you got, lil' daddy, believe me - I been had it
 It's just in my life and my nature and my way to be stuntastic

 (Hook - 3x [B.G.])
 It's stuntastic
 Straight out the plastic
 If they got drastic
 Big Tymers is off the heezy
 It's ballerific
 Cash Money gifted
 It's very hard to look at these princess cuts 'cause they be glistenin'

 [B.G.]
 Nigga,
 We ballerific and stuntastic, ya heard me
 Baby, Mannie Fresh, B.Geezy
 You dig
 Stun'n 'til we can't stunt no motherfuckin' more, nigga
 Reppin' 'til we can't rep no motherfuckin' more, nigga
 Huntin' 'til we can't hunt no motherfuckin' more, nigga
 From Lamborghinis to Bentley's to Ferrari's to Jaguars to Hummers
 To whatever you got - we got it and then some
 Ya heard me
 From princess cuts to baguettes
 to whatever kind of diamonds they got, we got it, nigga
 It don't stop, ya heard me
 Cash Money, nigga, got the rap game on lock
 How you love that
 Baby, Mannie Fresh - they got that work, nigga
 And I got that pistol under my shirt, nigga
 Yeah slip up if you want
 You get put sixty feet under the dirt, nigga
 CMR-a, Hot Boys, Cash Money