[B.G.] When it down to stuntin', I pull it all it comes down to G shit, I get it all When it come to hot girls, I pull 'em all When it come to ice, B.G. rock it all Sport like I tote a tech Baby tote a fo' nickel like he wrappin' Try to stay cool so I don't melt the diamonds my neck I keep bustas in suspense of what do next, gotta respect I ain't out to please a She get on her knees I'm tryin' to get I'm shined out, ten on my wrist first class, me and my whole click, now Fuck a glass, we sip Dom P straight out the Never I play, you know I'm murderin' I ain't say it You don't cross me, I don't you But understand a Hot Boy floss too Look, I'm out
[Big 1 - I ice (lil' daddy) I step I ice (lil' momma) 'cause I the rep I ice (whole world) 'cause I'm doin' my I ice bling, bling bling
My Rolex out, my chrome stay spinnin', Hot Boy wit so much money, I know how to spend it Don't you wish you be in my shoes just for a minute Carry but faces, never quarters and pennies I started at nothin', at me now, I'm iced out think I'm doin' wrong, but nope, I'm right now It's I'm Black, huh, that you ridin' my back Paper on everything I have, so how you love don't wanna see me ballin', wanna see me fallin' Got it locked off wit my against the wallin' I floss but get too My Roley cost, try to take it and murder you Ya say I too much I can't it, I be with baby The one stunner who drive these girls crazy, The one with the 32 in his mouth, Two on his wrist, game spitta from the south, Tell me, what kinda nigga ice that'll hit ya momma (momma)
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It's Cash Money youngest Right ten figgas what I (uh) work with Pockets are (uh) Money is my Whatever I Oh, you do better? Rollin' with the Who that be, Wayne, Look at his chain, I wear grey, White diamonds, shaped, My jewelry just awful And I stop thuggin', it's just in my culture a must, everyday I'mma shine, black You meet me? You just might need 'cause I'm the one with the ice, flossing Please, playa hater, get your off me I by in a Jag with the top low Throwin' hundreds, but cool, 'cause I got more Me and my niggas, we like there's no tomorrow Big Tymers, Hot CMR, nigga CMR
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Now you boys now 4 99's I got expired All them bitches plushed out on 20 tires I'm lookin' for some of a head, is you for hire?, You at this Roley I got, don't you adire, The way a lay a stunt Braggin' 'bout 20 rims, up in the restaurant But it over, I'm about to go to Disneyland Yo, you fuckin' deaf now, ya What if my baby momma's by, lookin good I gave 'em a hundred G's to get them out the hood My momma gettin' chauffeured like a star She don't know a damn thing drivin' a car I'm up Now peep million dollar smile in my mouth And all luxury shit I got in my house I sold a million records and I'm still goin' Don't ask my watch and my chain, it's still gone
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