Cash money, rich ****, look

Loud pipes, big rims

****, that's my life

When I pull up at the club, sorry that's my night

I know the haters probably saying that's that's not right

Well, my diamond's so much bigger

So, that's my life

Bling bling

Now, I only carry big faces and you hear the ching ching

Now you can ask your wife and she will say the same thing

And your children be amazed when they see me on the big screen

I crack myself up

I know I talk a lot, but I can back myself up

Got that house on the beach, that's where I shack myself up

You ain't really got more money than me

Think about it

Let's just say somebody gave me a check and took the ink up out it

So I just bought a new Rollie and got to take a link up out it

And me with no ice is like a Prince concert that ain't crowded

They see the Beam, and the truck, and the B-12

And B was next

Then that's when I pull up in the B-E-L, Le-Le-Lexus

I'm on fire

Hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot

We on fire

Hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot

Juvenile used to be R-E-T-A bound

Now I be busting these bitches head when I come 'round

Acting like a **** that ain't never had shit

Look into my Benz saying, that's a mad sis

I'll be damned if these diamonds and golds ain't shining

My Rollie ain't winding, my bank ain't climbing

You looking at a multi-millionaire in the flesh

MIght don't have it now, but I just got me a check

I can walk it like I talk it, play it how I say it

Teach it like I preach it, now put that in your head

****, bet a thousand, shoot a thousand, ain't nothing

Smoke a pound, pop the Cristal and drink something

Meet me in the casino, way in the back

Losing money like a motherfucker, still shooting craps

Tomorrow I'll be back, I got millionaire status

We make so much money, IRS be looking at us

I'm on fire

Hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot

We on fire

Hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot

I got more ends than Bunny have in a factory

I'm Lil Turk, I'm living large

Got the baddest hoes after me

Picture me, a young **** balling out of control

Playing with millions, laying in condos

****, I shine, shine through the fucking week

The flyest ride with Cristal in the passenger seat

Don't hate me, 'cause I'm a little baller

Got more weight than Angola

Fucking your girl, call her

****, I stunt

And I'ma stunt till I can't no more

Chest lit up like the oaks

From the diamonds I sport

Yo, I can't be touched

Don't think I'm too much, **** I'm rich, what the fuck?

Rolex crushed out with the bezel

In order for hoes to get close to me, got to be on my schedule

I got so much money

I don't know what to do

Buy houses and cars

And break bread with my crew

I'm on fire

Hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot

We on fire

Hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot

We on fire

Hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot

It's like, monkey see, monkey do

Rolling with the Cash Money Runners, I stay true

'Cause when we're running and chaining on the million dollar scene

Holds 'em together, what I mean, what I mean?

When I bring out the rubber and the Hummer

Don't nobody, the Benz and the Lex Bubble

When I start, they say I had no fame

Now all the girlies end up calling me name

Ten G's to took on my pharmacy and me

Fax the contract to Big Cash Money

'Cause you know this whole clique right with me

They're right with me

Won't count the diamonds just around my neck

X amount of dollars on a bankroll check

If you want to really come and sing with me

Those that got me wicked, then I just has said three