Get Your Shine On (remix) Lyrics - B.g.

[BG] 

Oh it's on now, we ridin' on chrome now, 

Get'cha shine on Baby 

This how we do it, it's all gravy 

We layin' it down 

That's how Ca$h Money Hot Boy$ play it, 

That's how Uptown Hot Boy$ play it, 

We gone lay it down 

[First Verse - BG] 

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Washington and Freret on Sunday, they buck, jumpin 

Niggas on seventeen stuntin', the second line's comin' 

The Hot Girls out, the Hot Boy$ out 

We in top of the line cars, Uptown boys out 

For sixteen, I'm ridin' flyer than ya Daddy 

I play a different car everyday, ya Daddy in the caddy 

The fuckin' feds snatched me, 

Picture they thought they had me 

The B.G. shinin' so hard them dicksuckers tryin' to harass me 

But they let me go, cause we way ahead and smarter 

Keys come from overseas in a submarine under water 

Still 'gon ride the Legend Monday, ride the Lex Tuesday 

Ride the Benz Wednesday 

Under the seat is the uzi 

Ride the Camaro Thursday, Nine two nine Friday, Saturday, 

50 shots set it off for niggas tryin to carjack me 

Sunday I lay on Washington-uh with a fifth sippin' wine Holmes, 

All week I gotta get my shine on 

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[Chorus - B.G.] 

Get your shine on, get your shine on 

All day long, I'ma get mine on 

Get your shine on, get your shine on 

All day long Baby get his shine on 

Get your shine on, get your shine on 

Seven days a week, I'ma get mine on 

Get your shine on, get your shine on 

You niggas need to know, the World is mine Holmes 

[Second Verse - Baby] 

Now all these cars, and all these broads 

Nigga, I'm bout to get my shine on 

Now I'm in Club Whispers wit a $10, 000 bar tab 

Hoes think I'm jokin', stupid hoes wanna laugh 

I'm bout to lay my stunt down before I leave this bitch, 

And one of you other niggas hoes gone suck my dick 

Now every car I ride in got chrome on it homie 

Got a mouth full of gold, to show Uptown soul 

Plug hoes 

And make more money independent, than a major nigga done went gold 

I got a million dollar rang wit a 2 million dollar mouthpiece 

And quick to lay a bitch on these satin silk sheets 

Now nigga, Rufus Playin in the Lexus, Gangsta got a Q-5 

If anyone of you broads know Baby know I like to ride fly 

B.G. got a nine two nine, Mannie Fresh got a Camero and a seven thirty-five 

Now me Baby, big body Benz 

Expedition, my black cat and my Lexus my friend 

Now I could change a car for everyday of the week 

And have a matching bitch in the passenger seat 

Seven hundred Gs stashed away for my son 

So when he grow up he can have a lil fun 

I'm still sellin keys, stackin Gs on the D.L. 

I stashed a million under the barber shop on V.L. 

Nigga I ain't no rapper, I'm a game spitter 

Ten Gs a show, 

On behalf of Penalty, Ca$h Money, Tommy Boy, Warner Brothers nigga 

[Chorus] 

[Third Verse - Mannie Fresh] 

Can you fuck more bitches 

Than the sea got fishes? 

Can you do more hoes, than the Feds got snitches? 

I ride Lexus land wit the TV playin 

Gettin head, fuck a Fed with the phone in my hand 

Nigga's gone shine, what you see is mine 

Rolexes, went to Texas, Motorola, Alpine 

Woodgrain Hummer, hoodrat plumber, 

Hot Boys got toys, number one stunters 

I know you bitches can't stand me 

Lexus wit da candy 

Blowin on blunts, sippin on Brandy 

Now that's a good call 

Papa cleaner than ya ever saw 

929 wit the mirror bro 

Tint it up, juice and Gin it up, send it up 

To Texas, get the wood with the good weed, bend it up 

Ball 'til I fall, that's the job nigga 

Cash Money, Hot Boy, number one mob figure 

[Chorus] 

[Fourth Verse - BG] 

I like to look good, be sharp, on my side keep my iron on 

Playa haters wanna steal ya when ya get your shine on 

But fuck that, I'ma get mine on, 

Chrome on the 929 wit my Primeco phone on 

I'm a Hot Boy, hot girls I put the bone on 

It ain't no secret, I'll bust ya dome Holmes, 

B and Slim give me a 20 G loan 

So I could get my roll on 

I know my niggas ain't gone tell me hold on 

They let me write the Cash Money check, they sign it 

I cash it, I spend it 

It's all good, we ride fly 

Benz, Lex, Expedition 

No doing bad, fulfillin dreams and wishes 

Payin all my college hoes tuition 

If I'm in a shootout, I got the red beam, I ain't missin 

Face the ballistics, we got it like that, we earned it liked that 

Worked for it like that, so we can shine like that 

Chorus