Platinum Stars Lyrics - Chamillionaire

[Verse 1: Lil' Flip] 

-Uh, Lil' Flip 

I'm hoppin' out in a fendi suit 

I got DVD's in my bentley coupe 

I got hoes that's 22 

they buy me clothes and tennis shoes 

I'm so throwed when it come to hoes 

before I get they phone number they come outta they clothes 

I might take 'em to Papa Deaux's 

but only if she a proper hoe 

I gotta lac (what kind), a cadillac escalade 

I'm wearin' jordans (which ones), very first ones made 

I gotta watch (what kind), iced out cartier 

I gotta rolley but that's somethin' that I hardly wear 

I'm Lil' Flip, the coldest freestyle ever 

Since day one I was programmed to get this cheddar 

[Chorus] 

Who you drive? Platinum cars 

Who you pull? Platinum stars 

Who you write? Platinum bars 

Platinum teeth, inside yo jaws 

Diamond gon' rock my platinum wrist 

Platinum toilet to take a ish 

Gold is OLD, and platinum is happenin' 

so whodi watch this 

[Chamillionaire] 

-Yeah, ay, it's Koopa 

Gotta green back, stack in my palm 

I come in Yukon black with alarm 

Ice on the arm and a platinum charm 

And you prolly had a thought about jackin' it nah 

Of course you didn't nigga the force is hittin' 

behind the throwback I show that the boys is trippin' 

BEAM ME UP SCOTTY, sky hit a force and lift him 

Top on the drop yeah of course it's missin' 

Don't want her man to know 

that I'ma hit when I'm finished I'ma hand the hoe 

Back to her man before, he even have to know 

A weddin' ring ain't somethin' I'ma hand the hoe 

Do money grow on trees? nigga the answers no 

I treat g's like seeds get a grand to grow 

Car lookin' like a zoo in a candy store 

Alligator on the floor with a candy door 

Can't stand me no, 'cause I'm havin' dough 

I keep a tune on me just like a mechanic flow 

You ain't gettin' paper what you up in the game fa'? 

Gettin' paper now couldn't be a complainer 

Trunk lift up at a acute angle 

Isoceles triangle pokin' outta my swangers 

Chain cost me 10 g's 

Independent no label could pimp me 

So it really ain't a thing you could get free 

Unless you tryna get them chains off of Pimp C 

We, jammin UGK you see the jewlrey ay! 

Cover ya eyes it'll blind like a U.T. Ray 

Stay throwed in the game, holdin' the grain (yeah) 

Ice and the white gold in my chain 

Raisin' the trunk and showin' my bang 

Hoes on the swangs while the doors color change 

Nah I won't let the change go to my brain 

Respect better be somethin' you hope in the game 

You gon' mess around and get choked with ya chain 

Flip, Bun and Chamillion in control in the game 

[Chorus] 

[Bun B] 

-U (Under), G (Ground), K (Kings) 

Bitch I'm the King of the underground 

and the pope of Port Arthur 

Keep that fire heat on ya street 

and a meat in your daughter 

Got no love for a hater, got no hate for a lover 

Just distrubute my pollution, keepin' weight undercover 

My brother, now we back up on the block again 

I got them rocks again, and the blocks again 

until' the cops come in 

but see the better bring the SWAT my friend 

Because I promise that we not runnin' 

Nigga we gon' be here all day 

posted in this hallway 

Keep them cluckers comin' in 'cause we serve 'em all yay 

Them nickles and dimes and quarters 

That pop of the rock you a boughta 

But ? we oughta, nigga we turnin' ya projects into the Carter 

Got automatic starters, for they automatics choppers 

And the Texas boy a automatic to break you off somethin' proper 

I knock off a bopper, break down a bird and bust me a flow 

I'm down with the Pimp and the Prince 

from now forever you don't like it you must be a hoe so 

[Chorus]