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    Cash Money Millionaires / Lyrics

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    "Shine" Lyrics

    Cash Money Millionaires feat. Lil Wayne

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    What, wha, wha, wha, wha
    What, wha, wha, wha, wha
    Cash Mo-ney Millionairs
    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 come fast
    I like them modelin' bitches, I love them swallowin' bitches
    Where them hoes, there they 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 fifty, mama you can have platinum
    All you gotta do is break a nigga off proper
    You could be with your man, I ain't tryna stop ya

    [Chorus: ]
    (Shine), from my head down to my shoes
    (Shine), skiiiiirtin' on twenty-two's
    (Shine), check my baby mama
    (Shine), whip Rover's not Honda's
    (Shine), I'm a spend it 'til it's gone
    (Shine), don't know when I'm comin' home
    (Shine), pop X and drank Cris'
    (Shine), My life is the shit

    It be me, 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 last"
    But she ain't like to much of this
    But get to bobbin it's head, and so I took it anyway
    But bitch I got family get 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, why'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

    [Chorus: ]

    I'm a 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 want to 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

    [Chorus: ]

    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 muthafuckin' right, you think this not girl?
    Better think twice, get it right dog
    Know you recognize, we got it on lock for all

    [Chorus: Repeat 2X]
    This song was submitted on November 24th, 2016.
    Copyright with Lyrics © O/B/O APRA AMCOS, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Ultra Tunes, Universal Music Publishing Group.
    Written by Angaleena Presley, Andrew Carter, Brittany Carter.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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