Shine Lyrics - Hot Boys

What, wha, wha, wha, wha 

What, wha, wha, wha, wha 

Cash Money Millionaires 

So take it there 

Yellow Viper, yellow Hummer, Yellow Benz 

Yellow PT Cruiser, yellow 'Lac on rims 

Drop yellow 'Vette and a platinum Rolls Royce 

That's seven different cars, everyday I got a choice 

On my way to pick up Joyce, she be makin' me moist 

Givin' me head while she hummin', she can play with her voice 

And she got nice thighs, a big plump ass 

She could ride a dick too, make me cum fast 

I like them modelin' bitches, I love them swallowin' bitches 

Where them hoes headed at, I'm 'bout to follow them bitches 

(Let's go) 

I know you with your folks, but that nigga is broke 

You might as well open your legs up and let a nigga poke 

I'm a show you what it is not to be a window shopper 

Mama you can have Fendi, mama you can have Prada 

All you gotta do is break a nigga off proper 

You could be with your man, I ain't tryna stop ya 

From my head down to my shoes 

Skirtin' on twenty two's check my baby mamma 

Whip Rovers, not Hondas I'ma spend it 'til it's gone 

Don't know when I'm comin' home 

Pop X and drank Cris' my life is the shit 

And the name be fire Wayne, ice and change 

You can catch me in an aqua range, squattin' things 

With them twenty-two inch chopper blades 

Diamond face, diamond brace 

More colors than the game Simon says go, 'hind me 

And mami on forty-fifth she told me "I'm a lez" 

And she ain't like too much of dick 

But give the bombest head, and so I took it anyway 

But bitch I got family, don't need your pussy anyway 

OK, let's talk about this ice that I'm carryin' 

All these karats like I'm a fuckin' vegetarian 

Niggas play, I bury them, y'all already knowin' 

I threw up my arm and bitches thought it started snowin 

See I'm a keep it goin, Big Tymin, you heard's me? 

Dog I got cake like everyday my birthday wait, don't think they heard me 

I say dog I got cake like everyday my birthday 

From my head down to my shoes 

Skirtin' on twenty-two's check my baby mamma 

Whip Rovers, not Hondas I'ma spend it 'til it's gone 

Don't know when I'm comin' home 

Pop X and drank Cris' my life is the shit 

I'ma Hot Boy, that's name brand and top of the line 

Ride fly daily, all year 'round I shine 

Ain't a nigga and they mama gonna stop me dog 

Come through on dub-dueces, they jock me dog 

Glock cocked for haters tryna block me dog 

Catch 'em so low, they geezy, don't shock me dog 

Well get the fuck, slide on out the way 

And let B.G. ease down the shinin' linen 

Let the diamonds and the jewelry light shit up 

Each piece of jewelry I own, I ice it up 

You don't wanna put your vehicle next to us 

'Cause all of our vehicles, we dress 'em up 

With television, Dreamcast, DVDs 

Nice sounds, buttons, it's twenties 

I'm a Cash Money Hot Big Tymer nigga 

That'll hold a pinky finger up and blind ya nigga 

From my head down to my shoes 

Skirtin' on twenty two's check my baby mamma 

Whip Rovers, not Hondas I'ma spend it 'til it's gone 

Don't know when I'm comin' home 

Pop X and drank Cris' my life is the shit 

I'm a stunt 'til I die, so you better respect it 

Cause whoever try testin' is gonna be restin 

I'm a young millionaire, Hot Boy, Lil' Turk 

Bling blingin' everyday, plus I got work 

(Bling) 

Nigga like me stay in the cut twenty four/seven 

Steady stackin' my ends on dubs, twenty four/seven 

Every car you wish you had, we got it, we got it 

Bentleys, Hummers and Jags, big bodies, big bodies 

Love to floss, no secret stun'ner's 

Niggas steady baller block, can't take nothin' from us 

Young nigga, livin a life surrounded by ice 

Hoes be like, "Damn, them boys, they're nothin' nice" 

They on fire, that must be them Hot Boys 

You motherfuckin' right, you think this not girl? 

Better think twice, get it right dog 

Know you recognize, we got it on lock for all 

From my head down to my shoes 

Skirtin' on twenty two's check my baby mamma 

Whip Rovers, not Hondas I'ma spend it 'til it's gone 

Don't know when I'm comin' home 

Pop X and drank Cris' my life is the shit 

From my head down to my shoes 

Skirtin' on twenty two's check my baby mamma 

Whip Rovers, not Hondas I'ma spend it 'til it's gone 

Don't know when I'm comin' home 

Pop X and drank Cris' my life is the shit 

Uhh, uhh, uhh huh uh 

(Oh shit) 

2001, my life is the shit, know why? 

(Lemme see that) 

I'm representing, I'ma spit it 

(Bling) 

As long as they make that shit I'ma break that shit 

Ya heard me? It's like that; believe that 

This year; fuck it I said it befo' and I meant it 

I'm buyin' me a city, New Mannie, Louisiana ya biatch you, ohh