(feat. Bun B, Chamillionaire, Lil' Flip)
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[Lil' Flip]
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Uh uhh, Lil' Flip (Lil' Flip)
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I'm hoppin out in a Fendi suit, I got DVD's in my Bentley Coupe
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I got hoes that's 22; they buy me clothes and tennis shoes
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I'm so throwed when it come to hoes
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Before I get they phone number they come outta they clothes
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I might take 'em to Pappadeaux's, but only if she a proper hoe
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I got a 'llac (what kind) a Cadillac Escalade
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I'm wearin Jordans (which ones) the very first ones made
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I got a watch (what kind) a iced-out Cartier
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I got a Roley but that's somethin that I hardly wear
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I'm Lil' Flip, the coldest freestyle ever
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Since day one I was programmed to get this cheddar
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[Chorus]
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Who you drive, platinum cars, who you pull, platinum stars
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Do you write, platinum bars, platinum teeth, inside your jaws
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Diamond gon' rock my platinum wrist, platinum toilet to take a ish
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Gold is gold, and platinum is happenin so, wodie watch this
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[Chamillionaire]
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Yeahh, aiy
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It's Koopa
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Got a greenback, stack in my palm
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I come in a Yukon black with alarm
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Ice on the arm and a plat-i-num charm
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And you pro'lly had a thought about jackin it - naw!
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Of course you didn't nigga the force is hittin
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Behind the throwback I show that the boys is trippin
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Beam me up Scotty, yeah the force'll lift him
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Top on the drop yeah of course it's missin
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... Don't want her man to know
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That I'ma hit when I'm finished I'ma hand the hoe
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back to her man befo', he even have to know
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A weddin ring - ain't somethin I'ma hand a hoe
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Do money grow on trees? Nigga the answer's no
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I treat G's like seeds, get a grand to grow
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Car lookin like the zoo in a candy sto'
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Alligator on the flo' with a candy do'
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Can't stand me no, cause I'm havin dough
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I keep a tune on me just like a mechanic flow
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You ain't gettin paper what you up in the game for?
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Gettin paper now, couldn't be a complainer
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Trunk lift up at a acute angle
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Isoceles triangle pokin outta my swanger
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Chain cost me 10 G's
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Independent, no label could pimp me
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So it really ain't a thing you could get free
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Unless you tryin to get them chains off of Pimp C
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We, jammin U.G.K. you see the jewelry, ay
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Cover your eyes it'll blind like a UV ray
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Stay throwed in the game, holdin the grain (yeah)
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Ice and the white gold in my chain
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Raisin my trunk and showin my bang
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Hoes on the swangs while the do's color change
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Nah I won't let the change go to my brain
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Respect better be somethin that you hopin to gain
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You gon' mess around and get choked wit'cha chain
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Now Flip, Bun and Chamillionaire controllin in the game
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[Chorus]
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[Bun B]
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U (Under), G (Ground), K (Kings)
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Bitch I'm that King of the underground, and the Pope of Port Arthur
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Keep that fire heat on ya street, and the meat in your daughter
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Got no love for a hater, got no hate for a lover
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Just distrubute my pollution, keepin weight undercover
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My brother, now we back up on the block again
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I got them rocks again, and them blocks again, until the cops come in
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But see they better bring the SWAT my friend
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Because I promise that we not runnin
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Nigga we gon' be here all day, posted in this hallway
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Keep them cluckers comin in cause we gon' serve 'em all yay
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Them nickles and dimes and quarters; that powder the rock you a-boughta
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Mo' dope than we oughta, nigga we turnin your projects into The Carter
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Got automatic starters, for they automatics choppers
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And the Texas boy'll automatically break you off somethin proper
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I knock off a bopper, break down a bird and bust me a flow
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I'm down with the Pimp and the Prince, from now ever since
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You don't like it you must be a hoe, so
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[Chorus]
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Platinum Starz
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