Shine Ft. Baby & Hot Boys Lyrics (feat. Baby And Big Tymers) by Baby
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[Wayne]
What, wha, wha, wha, wha
What, wha, wha, wha, wha
Cash Mo-ney Millionairs
So take it there

[Juvenile]
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 Fendi, mama you can have Prada
All you gotta do is break a nigga off proper
You could be with your man, I ain't tryna stop ya

[Chorus-Baby]
(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

[Lil' Wayne]
Baby named 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 Lez"
But she ain't like too much of dick
But gave bombest 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, y'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, I don't think they heard me
I say dog I got cake like everyday my birthday

[Chorus]

[B.G.]
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 wanna 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]

[Turk]
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 2x]
[Baby talking to fade]
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[Wayne]   What, wha, wha, wha, wha   What, wha, wha, wha, wha   Cash Mo-ney Millionairs   So take it there      [Juvenile]   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 Fendi, mama you can have Prada   All you gotta do is break a nigga off proper   You could be with your man, I ain't tryna stop ya      [Chorus-Baby]   (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      [Lil' Wayne]   Baby named 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 Lez"   But she ain't like too much of dick   But gave bombest 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, y'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, I don't think they heard me   I say dog I got cake like everyday my birthday      [Chorus]      [B.G.]   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 wanna 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]      [Turk]   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 2x]   [Baby talking to fade]
 
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