Flossin' Season (feat. B.G. & Big Tymers) - Juvenile

I told ya fuckin' ass I be back In a brand new Fleetwood Cadillac License plate say money makin' nigga fa sho Chillin' by ya boy house kissin' on these hoes See these broads want stars Big dicks down in the draws Seven days a week seven brand new cars Yeah I done it parkin' GS 300 Check us and front it the Navigator Garage with the elevator You not a hata Then press second floor So you can see the muthfuckin' Big Tymers car show Now on the left side we got the brand new Benz And on the right side bitches shakin' ass for ends And in the middle niggas throwin' twenties and tenss And up top niggas drinkin' juices with gin juices with gin juices with gin News cars Pretty broads Neighborhood superstars Going far Goin' to the super bowl In the hole And I owe my nigga for frontin' me two kilos Yellow ice With new heights Hoes got my name right Fame got my muthafuckin' game tight Dirt digga Hoe go-getta Nigga outta line Playboy I got ten on ya feet Car shinna Rim blinda 20 inch rida Nigga and you can ride right beside me Titty watcha Hoe stoppa VCR tape poppa Neighborhood naked flick watcha Border line Hen poppa Byran is my heart and Pearl is my number one chick And Cash Money Records gone run this nationwide shit And playa you can believe that shit Whoa whoa whoa Kemosabe Big big big ballin' is my hobby Whoa whoa whoa Kemosabe Big big big ballin' is my hobby Whoa whoa whoa Kemosabe Big big big ballin' is my hobby Whoa whoa whoa Kemosabe Big big big ballin' is my hobby I see you jockin' Baby 'cause he got a Mercedes And ya know about his ladies And all his babies I know what they like Them brand new bikes So we can ride around town like Tina and Ike I'ma shine till I die nigga We worldwide everybody know Cash Money ride or die nigga Twenty inch wheels is what I roll And when I pass yo bitch all outta control Buyin' Lexus Land Cruisers The four seven the big pipe user Hoe abuser Its the project sticker man Full of liquor man Ridin' with cha bitch with the Tymers playin' Ballin everyday poppin' Dom P bottles Ball till ya fall is the Cash Money motto Flashy cars Pretty broads The word uptown we bought these cars For girls I bought Pretty jewels With new shoes With tatoos A Cash Money motto do what you gotta do Fight who you gotta fight Shoot who you gotta shoot Boot who you gotta boot Do what you gotta do Whoa whoa whoa Kemosabe Big big big ballin' is my hobby Whoa whoa whoa Kemosabe Big big big ballin' is my hobby Whoa whoa whoa Kemosabe Big big big ballin' is my hobby Whoa whoa whoa Kemosabe Big big big ballin' is my hobby Ten years ago a friend of mine Brought me to uptown second line Met Meatball, Nair, Anglin Mets Want you do a DJ in the jets Bought two trigger mans and brown beat Now you can pop that pussy in the middle of the street Best believe next week I'ma be downtown Point court St. Bernard bitch throwin' down Then I'm mosy on down cross the kanel Put up the mic 'cause I got a fuckin' story ta tell Teresa Yous a Cash Money bitch say what you still a Cash Money bitch I say lil Lisa You still a Cash Money bitch say what you still a Cash Money bitch My nigga Baby ya wit me Fa sho Now bring it to the McMelph Caliope Niggas livin' for the Sunday On the lake bakin' cake watchin' niggas ridin' round with they honey Drinkin Dacquri Hoes packin' White folks actin' Givin' tickets nigga for the jackin' Niggas feudin' Game losin' Lil told me to watch these hoes tryin' ta abuse me Joe Casey Goin' crazy My homeboy told me to watch these muthafuckin' feds Chilly chilly actin' silly But cha name killa Told me he gone kill'em a nigga Suga Slim All in Game tight And we just about ta start this all night flight

One: You 'bout dat paper? You on top? You handlin' business? You doin' swell? Down with yo' niggaz to da finish? Are you willin'? To hit da streetz up and make a killin'? Are you a villain? Pushin' a bentley makin' millions? Do you do your time? Without rattin' on your partners? Do you kill your beef? With a pistol or a chopper? Is you da man? Do you pay all of your bills? Did you make a plan? And won't stop 'till it fulfilled? Can you handle coke? Can you handle dope? Ain't afraid to go? Even though you know? Look... lil' daddy... Do you take care of yo' kids? Is it clean in yo' crib? Can't you stand to eat some ribs? Ain't it scandalous how we live? You ball with cash money? Do you like manny track? Ain't it shive how i rap? Puttin' new orleans on the map! You brush ya teeth? You on dem hoes? You got dem rees on ya feet? With dem girbauds? 1: 4x Then you a solja nigga, put up a solja rag!!! Put up a soljah rag Put up a soljah rag Two: Now what's happenin' wit' you? You knockin' dem heads off too? You do what a playa do? You fuck in the rochambeau? You ain't scared to blast? When you got dat iron witcha Do you bust his ass? You acts a ass? You got ya ski mask? And ya solja rag? Look... You ready to blow a bag? Can you hustle like it's legal? Can you avoid da people? And hotwire your regal? You 'bout dat evil? Look... You on some ignorant shit? When that hoe get flip Now can you punish da bitch? You like dem beamers? You like dem benz 500s? You like dem hummers? You like dem big fine womens? You a playa ain't ya? None of these bitch niggaz could fade ya! The ghetto made ya! Dope fiends and junkies raised ya! Do you sleep in suites? Do you go shopping every week? When you hit da streetz You got dem reeboks on your feet? 2: Then you a solja nigga, put up a solja rag!! Throw up a solja rag Put up a solja rag Throw up a solja rag Put up a solja rag Throw up a soljah rag Put up a soljah rag Put up a soljah rag Throw up a soljah rag 1: 2x Three: Is you a paper chaser? You got your block on fire? Remainin' a g? Until the moment you expire? You know what it is? To make nothin' outta somethin'? You handle your biz? And don't be cryin' And its somethin' Your niggaz is in ya? You got your girlfriends witcha? Since you was a kid? You was a instant wig-splitter? You twinkle your slug? You ain't no bitch huh? You stompin' ya box in the mud? A hot boy microwave oven Tatooted up, booted up None of you bitches lovin' Your windows are tinted? You got a g and a half and you ready to spend it? You don't fuck with dem nike tennis? You play with barettaz? You sleep in the royal sonesta? You won't fuck vanessa? You got chopperz up on ya dresser? You believe in god? But can you handle it when its hard? And represent your ward? You be stalkin' the boulevard? 3: Put up a solja rag Throw up a solja rag Put up a solja rag Put up a solja rag Throw up a solja rag Put up a solja rag Throw up a solja rag Put up a solja rag Throw up a solja rag Put up a solja rag Put up a solja rag Throw up a solja rag Put up a solja rag Throw up a solja rag Put up a solja rag Throw up a solja rag Throw up a solja rag Throw up a solja rag