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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Juvenile
Juvenile
Vocals
B.G.
B.G.
Vocals
Lil Wayne
Lil Wayne
Vocals
Mannie Fresh
Mannie Fresh
Vocals
Maxwell
Maxwell
Sampled Artist
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Juvenile
Juvenile
Songwriter
B.G.
B.G.
Songwriter
Mannie Fresh
Mannie Fresh
Songwriter
Birdman
Birdman
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Mannie Fresh
Mannie Fresh
Producer

Lyrics

Mannie Fresh, Playboy I know you love these diamonds, huh? Nigga, how you love that? All that stuntin' & frontin' It's all about them diamonds, boi Nigga it's a pretty day & it's flossin' season Added six tires to my new machinery Double R, like to ball like it's no tomorrow Pretty broads & we fuckin' these superstars Chrome rims, niggas ridin' new Benz TVs, Cadillacs wit' the new fends Wet paint, niggas takin' trips to the banks Hittin' malls, spendin' Twenty G's like stars Rolex, PlayStations in tha Hummer Just to show these stupid hoes that we worth somethin' My stuntin' name "Evel Knievel" Keep it real, let me pop a wheelie Hoes love stuntin' 'cause I got love Gold slugs, stuntin' 'cause we got love Motorbike button rims cause we livin' right Game tight take a tramp make her holla, "Champ" Overnight got the yola if your money right Solid TV's, PlayStation with tha B.G It's all gravy, Playboy, 'cause it's flossin' season A million dollars ain't nuthin' to me, nigga But a million hoes is game to me, Playboy Nahh nahh, Flossers, let me see you rollin' your rims, Ballers Helicopters, bikes, & Bourbans, it's on us C-M-R are Millionaires Let 'em know it's flossin' season everywhere It's Flossers, let me see you rollin' your rims, Ballers Helicopters, bikes, & Bourbans, it's on us C-M-R are Millionaires Let 'em know it's flossin' season everywhere I got to get my shine on, do it every time Seventeens on up, that's all I ride In '98, I been havin' them hoes throwin' up They don't know if I'm in a helicopter or in a truck I fuck they head up, cause I floss so much Police had me up 'cause a nigga so young (ha bruh?) But you know me, nigga That ain't gon' stop B.G., nigga (at all) 'Cause the next day you will see, nigga Me in somethin' else with a TV nigga (f'real) Fuck it, I'ma floss like that I got scrilla Come try to take it, you're fuckin wit' a gorilla I got a watch you can see from a block away I got a chain you'll see that'll shock the day My click do what we say, we don't stunt wit' it Off top, Big Tymers gon' come wit' it Layin' it down this month cause we got a reason (fo' sho') And we gon' rip shit up cause it's flossin' season Nahh nahh, Flossers, let me see you rollin' your rims, Ballers Helicopters, bikes, & Bourbans, it's on us C-M-R are Millionaires Let 'em know it's flossin' season everywhere Flossers, let me see you rollin' your rims, Ballers Helicopters, bikes, & Bourbans, it's on us C-M-R are Millionaires Let 'em know it's flossin' season everywhere We flossers, what, what, what? I say we ballers, what, what, what? This is the season for the flossers, nigga Ride top notch shit, fuck what it cost you, nigga Ain't got no TVs or CDs in it, I ain't gon' ride in it If it ain't no overseas type shits, I ain't gon' drive it This ain't the summer to swing the top off This the season niggas come out on them twenties and ball It ain't no secret I'm a stunna, like Evel Knievel Jumpin' out Lex's and Hummer's, showin' off fo' my people When I pull up in V.I.P., they say that's a nice car Bitches all in my face can't even make it to the bar Me, broke & assed-out? Never that, man I got some shit up in my ear you can see from a airplane I don't think Super D. can pull a stunt like me Got karats on both of my pinkies, ten thousand a piece Today I might lay low with Kent I built my house in the East Fuck that, Imma play bourbon it's a thousand a suite Who had the, first bourbon with the livin' room set? Who the only nigga you know that drive a burgundy jet? How many cities you know, named after me? (uhh.) It's gon' be a bunch of them muthafuckas when I finish G Now, baby, I know you missed us Big Daddy light up a room, like Christmas Shine like a light bulb, rich thug Let that little girl come over here and give a Millionaire a hug McGyver ain't liver than a Big Tymer Big dick, a million dollars, & a Pathfinder Mr. Betty Crocker cake maker, casino breaker Tell Shaq I got a half a mill ridin' on the Lakers Pack my bitches up & move to the hills Thirty days a month, thirty Automobiles The Lexus or Benz that come out in the year 2000 I got one of them bitches parked around corner by housin' The bike I got come out in the year 2010 Eleven-Fifty Zuke with tha Batman fin The ring I got, Liberace want it He couldn't afford that bitch, but I can afford to flaunt it Nahh nahh, Flossers, let me see you rollin' your rims, Ballers Helicopters, bikes, & Bourbans, it's on us C-M-R are Millionaires Let 'em know it's flossin' season everywhere We Flossers, let me see you rollin' your rims, Ballers Helicopters, bikes, & Bourbans, it's on us C-M-R are Millionaires Let 'em know it's flossin' season everywhere We Flossers, what, what?
Writer(s): Bryan Williams, Byron O. Thomas, Christopher Dorsey, Teruis Gray Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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