Yeah We gon' go old school Ya know what I'm saying If you from where I'm from Ya know what I'm talkin bout The way we do this here This is a cash money classic And I feel couldn't nobody do it the way imma do it Ya know what I'm saying So, here we go world, I'm bringin it to your world from my world Ya know what I'm talking bout look I say Get your shine on Get your shine on Get your shine on So nigga stop hating Get your shine on Get your shine on Get your shine on You know we gonna make it Get your shine on Get your shine on Get your shine on So nigga stop hating Get your shine on Get your shine on Get your shine on You know we gonna make it In one you trust, the neighborhood is us And everything that I ride is 22s and up And everytime that I slide, you know I'm platinum plus Make the hood understand that we trying to come up 24s on trucks, just the neighborhood lust Tell Lil One be cool everybody coming up Cause everybody wanna ride, everybody wanna shine So how ya love that people? Everybody on the grind And these projects cuts ya, ya hood rich living lavish Those 14s, you know we had to have it Once upon a time it was nothing but magic Hustling right in front of my mama, Ms. Gladys Chasin paper paper chasing, look thats all we know Coming through the neighborhood on them 24s Bet a thousand, shoot a thousand, nigga up it some more Fast money, Cash Money, thats all I know One They say I walk around like I got an S on my chest That be that Cash Money Piece, flow rest in the deck I'ma specially set, no testin the best Be in class, no pencil, no test on the desk I'll make your mouthpiece so beast like Delereese I'm from the south streets of beast like Lil Weezy F baby for the team I rep daily I come to the defense like Jeff Bailey, I'm gone with it A chrome kitted, a foam pit in the back of it Phony tittie bitches come home with me, get the business I made bling bling, I'm like a lighthouse So shut that ice in cause he ain't iced out Pay attention closely, you niggas can never roast me Cause the maker of the Testerosta knows me Oh hes so arrogant, the cocky kind But you always looking cause I'ma shine, thats right Get your shine on Get your shine on Get your shine on So nigga stop hating Get your shine on Get your shine on Get your shine on You know we gonna make it Get your shine on Get your shine on Get your shine on So nigga stop hating Get your shine on Get your shine on Get your shine on You know we gonna make it Loud mics and big rims, nigga thats my life Come through the neighborhood with my homeboy price Lets get it understood, nigga thats my price Come through the neck of the woods, you be alright Cause I'm pimping, I'm pimping pimping, I'm coming thru And I'm dipping, I'm dipping dipping, them 22s And they spinning, they spinnin spinning, them sprewells nigga Them sprewells nigga, we making mail nigga Don't need no introduction in this I can grind in every ghetto, trying to stay hood rich You can ask a nigga bout me, you know I'm bout my shit I was made by guerillas, raised the hot boy click Cause I'm the Birdman and I'll do you something bad You heard man that I been slanging them slacks Thats my word man, I won't stunt nigga I won't stunt nigga, I'm gonna stunt nigga, One

It's that moon rock shit You gotta mix this with some regular OG Cuz this shit be burnin' crazy Cum in a bitch and I go crazy Spend all these racks and I go crazy Leave out the parking lot doin' a 180 This how the lord made me Drop the top and start sun bathing Put her on a treadmill and then I make her run naked Got all my side hoes frustrated This the life I waited on Seen a bitch from school, gave her number to a payphone I don't know what you been waiting on All that I know is that I been waiting long I ain't waiting to get no lone Provolone on top of provolone Mobile phone on top of mobile phone I don't know what you niggas smokin' on Pull my closet got a OS tell Mobile home on top of mobile home I go to sleep with a rollie on I start my car with remote control Get so much pussy I go to sleep with a condom on Fuck it, I want me a milli Fuck it, I want me a milli Fuck it, I want me a milli I'm gettin' it, I'm gettin' it, no really I'm gettin' it Fuck it, I want me a milli Fuck it, I want me a milli Fuck it, I want me a milli I'm gettin' it, I'm gettin' it, no really I'm gettin' it Fuck I'm the king of the city I don't take a trip unless I got a bitch with me I pull up wit pounds or I got a zip in me You don't want no problems, my guys so don't tempt me My niggas go bap bap bap bap till it's empty Fuck 2 every night in 5 days that's a 10 piece My bitch that I'm with that's a 10 piece I'm pourin' that gin in a simply You niggas so fake need assembly I'm smokin' weed, fuck the penalty Ridin' round in a old school, with 2 hoes and little old me Fuck I'ma do wit this money But walk in the club and start stuntin' Push all my old bitches buttons Came up from nothin' to something Tell her take the stick, don't run from me There's some for you, there's some for me So if we have this 3 some, make sure you cum for me All that bullshit is up under me Smokin' gas ain't no tumble weed All of this cash that's another thing Black and yellow like a bumblebee Fuck it, I want me a billi Fuck it, I want me a billi Fuck it, I want me a billi I'm gettin' it, I'm gettin' it, no really I'm gettin' it Fuck it, I want me a billi Fuck it, I want me a billi Fuck it, I want me a billi I'm gettin' it, I'm gettin' it, no really I'm gettin' it Fuck it, I want me a milli So went and got me a milli Now I want me a billi I don't think I have a ceiling I can come thru with no ceiling I give a fuck how you feeling I can tell you how you lookin' Nigga you ain't used to winnin' Had the chickens missing winters In Miami, Mr. Winner Ran a 14 for breakfast, prime 112 for dinner Maison Margiela killer Got a heart of a killer Take the pussy, I'll kill it What up Tip? What up Killa? Fuck it, I want me a trilli Fuck it, I want me a trilli Fuck it, I want me a trilli I'm gettin' it, I'm gettin' it, no really I'm gettin' it Fuck it, I want me a trilli Fuck it, I want me a trilli Fuck it, I want me a trilli I'm gettin' it, I'm gettin' it, no really I'm gettin' it

Got sugar in my bloodstream I'm drippy with the icing They say I'm sweet like ice cream But I'll rip your heart out, smiling Bang bang bang You know your lips Taste like champagne Yeah, your kiss is bittersweet I be addicted to your taste Boom, boom, boom My flower only bloom for you It be us against the world Ride or die straight to my tomb One, two, three, do you got me? Your love is like a drug You fill me up with anxiety A, B, C, do you trust me? Found comfort in the dark But it's your heart that scares me Got sugar in my bloodstream I'm drippy with the icing They say I'm sweet like ice cream But I'll rip your heart out, smiling I need a ride or die chick You need a real man Lately I been on some shit And you been down real bad Anytime you hit my phone I usually answer Used to make you happy Now I don't know what you mad for You used to be my one and only Now you act like you don't know me Say you got some things to show me Baby, tell me where we're going Telling me what I should've did Now I'm gone, can't handle it And no, I ain't wrong for that Now I let all this paper stack up I'm sorry I played you to the left But all of this money's on my mind Girl, you know how the game go You let 'em, they'll do it every time I want you to take care of yourself And doing your best when you shine I want you to live your life So don't even wait on me, girl Sugar in my bloodstream I'm drippy with the icing They say I'm sweet like ice cream But I'll rip your heart out smiling We cruising in the pink G-Waggy This is my house like You can call me daddy We out here loud We only smoking fatties You got the green, the lean You got the addy One, two, three, so chilly Come with me, we light up the tree A, B, C, do you trust me? Found comfort in the dark But it's your heart that scares me Got sugar in my bloodstream I'm drippy with the icing They say I'm sweet like ice cream But I'll rip your heart out smiling Got sugar in my bloodstream I'm drippy with the icing They say I'm sweet like ice cream But I'll rip your heart out smiling Sugar in my bloodstream I'll rip your heart out smiling

Pop, pop pop out that cake Bounce, bounce out with the cake, nigga Pop, pop pop out that cake (yeah) Bounce, bounce bounce out with the cake, nigga Drop, it's your birthday Drop, drop it's your birthday Drop, it's your birthday Drop, drop it's your birthday Pop, pop pop out that cake Bounce, bounce, bounce out with the cake, nigga Pop, pop pop out that cake (ayy) Bounce, bounce out with the cake, nigga Go, it's your birthday I might throw a couple bands in the worst way Told them hoes to sit down, you in first place Wait hold on... hey... hey... I came here for pussy in the first place (ayy) Come here, now, fuck me, now Wipe me down, not a sound Not a peep, not a tweak Silent bitch, she don't speak Court side to my feet Front row seat, smokin' OG Rollie on me, 40 on me 80 on me, a hundred on me Drop, it's your birthday Drop, drop it's your birthday Drop, it's your birthday Drop, drop it's your birthday Pop, pop pop out that cake Bounce, bounce out with the cake, nigga Pop, pop pop out that cake (ayy) Bounce, bounce bounce out with the cake Ooh, bitch, I'm the mothafuckin' man Niggas holdin' onto it, I'ma spend a hundred grand Always smokin' on the drugs, smell the KK when I land I'm a fuckin' rockstar, rockin' for my own band Straight drop up out the pan, bitches call me Cam Told her what's the deal, now she stickin' to the plan Money to the ceilin', nigga it's lookin' like a fan I can't even name how many gears that I ran shit Hope you understand it Drop, it's your birthday Drop, drop it's your birthday Drop, it's your birthday Drop, drop its your birthday Pop, pop pop out that cake Bounce, bounce bounce out with the cake, nigga Pop, pop pop out that cake (ayy) Bounce, bounce bounce out with the cake, nigga

We popping bottles of the pink shit, take 'em to the dome We ain't ever on that weak shit, all we blow is strong Every day we party til early in the morn Put that shit on Instagram so they know I'm putting on I know you see me, yeah, I be putting on I know you see me with your looking ass What the fuck you looking at? This is MMG and we don't speak to all you fucking crabs Got a bunch of cash, but money is under, fam I'd rather be over-prepared than slip in here understaffed Did you understand I'm down to ride with my niggas Just a double M, you can't fuck with them Unless you're certified to ride with us Keep the broads far up out my business and my mind following the ditches And I ain't tripping off of potential -- that's another word for "ain't did shit" Work, and I put D.C. on, we ain't been this high since the E.R See y'all niggas be some peons, talking about y'all be gone Whole time niggas wouldn't swing, playing tee-ball We popping bottles of the pink shit, take 'em to the dome We ain't ever on that weak shit, all we blow is strong Every day we party til early in the morn Put that shit on Instagram so they know I'm putting on I know you see me, yeah, I be putting on Hundred thousands, hundred thousands, I be throwing hundred thousands I know why they trusting me -- cause I got all these funds around 'em My fan base consist of niggas with drugs around 'em Educated sisters to bitches dancing with ones around 'em I know you think all we do is have fun around here But I'm from a city where young niggas carry guns Don't single out any corner -- its popping on every one They talking bout what they gon do, its probably already done I'm running through cake, running through states Take your one to the face every one or two cakes Just bought a new crib, that's a wonderful space Ask me how I feel I got it so my nigga We popping bottles of the pink shit, take 'em to the dome We ain't ever on that weak shit, all we blow is strong Every day we party til early in the morn Put that shit on Instagram so they know I'm putting on I know you see me, yeah, I be putting on I be cooler than a motherfucker Wanna hit the fans, selling work on the Internet -- call it Instagram And you know I do it for my city, you know I'm putting on Hundred racks on this clothes a nigga putting on Self made, self paid, forty on my belt waist Hundred round lobster feast, get a shell face I be twisted off of molly doe, chopped bricks karate doe Closet two floors -- safari doe Brown bag paper tag, nigga can't pay for swag We know we love the game but we hate to brag, Montana Me and Rozay twisted on a boat, watching all you fuck niggas choke We popping bottles of the pink shit, take 'em to the dome We ain't ever on that weak shit, all we blow is strong Every day we party til early in the morn Put that shit on Instagram so they know I'm putting on I know you see me, yeah, I be putting on

Y'all know I don't wanna be In a penitentiary But that's my reality That shit might be a tragedy I be right back smoking weed Chilling with the family Cause that's my reality That shit might be a tragedy Starting out my week with a quarter boat Stupid strong and I won't sell a quarter o I got 5 on that cause I'm infamous Fuck fame, strippers love me... Back to work nigga! I know y'all niggas miss this shit! Y'all know I don't wanna be In a penitentiary But that's my reality That shit might be a tragedy I be right back smoking weed Chilling with the family Cause that's my reality That shit might be a tragedy Starting out my week with a quarter boat Stupid strong and I won't sell a quarter o I got 5 on that cause I'm infamous Fuck fame, strippers love me ad infinite Fuck no, I ain't working for the minimum I'm going in, every weekend is a cinema So get a coke, hot dog and some candy bars I'm from the 6 but my dick dunn been in movie stars I'm so high right now I want a? Let everybody in free I'm bringing all my cars And I don't wanna be locked up, hell no! But we got weight so? Excuse me for being gangsta, I'm crazy I couldn't have been a sissy Mama wouldn't have fed me I'm all-red and my beemer confetti I'm? 18 with the chevy I'm deadlift with a tool like freddy Not jackson, kruger, you smell me? And no push ups, just kush up No lay-ups, just? E a g a got bakers Eastside, can I roll through decatur I'm going hard for the squad I'm the major Anything move here, Gucci get paper