"Southern Boy"

[Mannie Fresh talking:]
yeah, yeah, yeah, If David Banner was here right now, he would just look at y'all mutha
fuckas and go "DAMN",
If Flip was here he would go "What Is Y'all saying ?"...

[Mannie Fresh]
I'm a push trucks, nigga I'm a drive Benz,
Muthafuck the 8's nigga I'ma get the 10's,
I'ma drink everything, I'ma get drunk,
Watch the shoes, I'ma show ya dudes, I'm bout to pop the trunk,
I'ma be captivator, I'ma be calm,
Hat to the shirt, to the pants playa WOAH,
I'ma play Polo, I'ma stay rich,
I'm about to bust the southside in this bitch,
I'm a stay with sprint, mutha fuck Nextel,
(can you hear me now, I don't love no girl)
I'ma eat chicken player, Ima sip lak,
And push the old school Caddy with the Diamond in the Back,
I'ma get the candy paint just because I know you can't,
Pussy, Pussy, Pussy, your life is blank,
I'ma get the new J smoke all the purple haze,
I'ma stick with game spittin', game spittin' in your face,

[Chorus X2 (Lil' Wayne)]
Cause I'm a mutha fuckin southern boy,
coming down so clean, and with rhymes so mean,
heavy starch in my jeans, I
Want Criss, want hard, fuck a nigga, fuck a broad,
you can't top my southern flow,
cuz I'm a mutha fuckin southern boy

[Baby]
Look we ride the biggest truck,
20 inches don't give a fuck,
When I roll, nigga know I'm plush
Coming round' and I'm high as fuck,
Green truck, lift up, spinning blades is a must,
Wood grain, suede and leather, feeling good with this Cali weather,
I can go in any hood, get a nigga they know I could,
Coming round and I'm iced up too,
Nigga know bout me and my crew,
Laying low, being cool,
Smoking weed, is what we do,
Moving Ki's, bought that coupe,
Stacking G's is what we do,
Nigga know that I'm slanging that iron,
Fuck around trying to take my shine,
Nigga know that I'm bout getting mine,
Hustling, flippin when I'm on that grind,
Nigga know we got work uptown,
Fuck around and we shut you down,
Pussy, pussy pussy, you pussy pussy bitch..

[Chorus X2]

[Bun B]
I'm pumping thru the south holding my nuts,
I'm in my candy apple red cadillac car rolling them dutch,
White cuts with that stitch and tuck, looking for a bitch to fuck,
Find a slut lil fifty buck, look like you need this dick to suck,
I'm truck turner pimping, with Issac Hayes roll on,
Just another pimp getting his stroll on bitch hold on,
You staring at a pimp, trying to look him in his eyes,
When You practice southballing, if you get broke don't be surprised,
Tell no lies about this macking, some win and some be loosing,
But pimping never dying cuz these hoes is steady choosing,
If you fucking with my paper, you cruising for a bruising,
So let there be no confusion, pimping ain't no illusion,
Don't believe me ask (?), she shorted my lil brother, she mutha fucking paged chose a pimp
like no other,
We all about that dollar bitch, so when you see a pimp don't try to holla, wipe me down and
pop my collar..

[Chorus X2]

"Beat It Up"
(feat. Tateeze)

[Chorus X1 (Tateeze & Mannie Fresh):]
Beat It Up, Beat It Up, Beat It Up Daddy
Beat It Up, Beat It Up,
Beat It Up, Beat It Up, Beat It Up Daddy
Beat It Up, Beat It Up,
You Know You want this pussy
[Mannie Fresh]
Sure Do
[Tateeze]
You know you want this pussy
[Mannie Fresh]
Its true
[Tateeze]
You know you want this pussy
[Mannie Fresh]
Bring It On
[Tateeze]
You know you want this pussy
[Mannie Fresh]
And i'm gone

[Verse 1 (Mannie Fresh)]
With so much pussy on the city streets,
its kinda hard for a pimp keepin with these freaks,
But I tracks em' down, backs em' down, bustin they guts,
Leave pussy so gushi, overflowin with nuts,
I'm a hellified, superfied, pickle slingin mack,
Dick like a stick breaking off in your back,
Its explicit when I gets it baby all night long,
knock your head against the bead till the insides gone,
Give you big long wood, beat it real good,
I ain't your man, i ain't stan, but I wish I could,
An hour in the shower, then on top of the dresser,
Then the bed, give me head, and then I'm a letcha,
Ride that pole, make you say "OH"
The sex is incredible, the dick is like "WOAH"
Cussin, lustin, bout to get a nut when she looked at me,
and said

[Chorus X1 (Tateeze & Mannie Fresh)]

[Verse 2 (Mannie Fresh & Baby)]
I come with, TV's and DVD's in the cars, and I
Pack a big dick down in the drawers,
I'm the neighbourhood pickle slinger, pain bringer
Super sick big dick, nasty ass rap singer,
Do it baby, stick it baby, do it baby, get it
Make that ass clap everytime that I hit it
Now all I need, is liquor and weed,
two dyke bitches straight down to get g's
[Baby]
See I got it up, gotta hit it, gotta get it,
Cuz I moved up,
Gotta split it, gotta fit it to a magnum,
Gotta fuck it, don't love it, I don't want none,
But you can have some, see I played homie
Fucked the bedspreads up, cuz I banged on it
Hit tha hoe from the back and she sang homie
These same ass words from the same song, the same song

[Chorus X1 (Tateeze & Mannie Fresh)]

[Verse 3 (Mannie Fresh)]
See this story takes place on a late night
I was on the lakefront trying to get some act right
Hoe was acting funny so I had to kick game
I said you be my queen, I be your king, and things will never change
Now I'm just sitting there, lookin at the beaver
Its Hairy like Barry and its bigger than Geneva
Something said stick my finger in it so I did
Then came the 2, the 3, the 4, the thumb and aww shit
I just don't believe it, how could she concieve it
My fist, my wrist bitch, you need to summer's eve it
Douche ya bush black, you smell like stepback
What the fuck is that (whoo!) tunacat
Put her out my Jag fast, tell that bitch you get no cash
Get your shit together shorty, clean your lil funky ass
Been alot of places, did alot of shows, met alot of people
fucked alot of hoes, I

[Chorus X2 (Tateeze & Mannie Fresh)]

"Big Money Heavyweight"

[Baby and Mannie Fresh talking:]

[Baby:] yeah, big tymers, this what its hitting for nigga this stunna and fresh, believe that
bitch, straight off the block
nigga

[Fresh:] this where it gets gangsta bitch

[Baby: (loudly)] BIG MONEY HEAVYWEIGHT

[Baby]
where the cuts is dark and hoes are marked,
and gun barking make a nigga meet the white chalk,
(inhales) now blaze one before it all get it started

BIG MONEY HEAVYWEIGHT !

[Mannie Fresh]
Turn the TV channel, real life soprano,
got the coke the dope, bitches, guns and ammo,
I will lurk ya bitch to get filthy rich,

BIG MONEY HEAVYWEIGHT !

[Baby]
See I hold my hood down with that gunplay,
around the way nigga know about my gunplay,
so get ready, brace yourself or get money then holla

BIG MONEY HEAVYWEIGHT !

[Mannie Fresh]
I got that snow, that mega blow,
that brick yella fella
rock, is on the block, ya heared me nigga,
The BT's breaking down Ki's please, we

BIG MONEY HEAVYWEIGHT !

[Baby]
Nigga hustled the case and cleared the safe,
Hit a lick, hundred chips and cleared the place,
Another robbery turned into a murder case, behind

BIG MONEY HEAVYWEIGHT !

[Mannie Fresh]
Act like you know man,
the southern snow man,
leave your brains in your lap I fear no man,
I'm the reaper dude, ask your people dude,
I move,

BIG MONEY HEAVYWEIGHT !

[Baby]
Nigga catch me in the hood smoking la la (la la)
Me, Cito, and Troy and we riding fly,
Shining is an everyday thing ,

BIG MONEY HEAVYWEIGHT !

[Mannie Fresh]
That boy next to me, he pushing XTC,
Got ya girl dick sucking in a lexus jeep,
Nigga hood rich stars, pushing fly ass cars,
Bitches love..

BIG MONEY HEAVYWEIGHT !

[Baby]
On the block where the cops glocks won't stop,
all night hustle niggas trying to weigh it out,
we get money nigga, if you gonna flip it you get

BIG MONEY HEAVYWEIGHT !

[Mannie Fresh]
If you don't know kid, I slang that blow shit,
But they can't catch a nigga like me with no evidence up in my residence,
Cuz I'm

BIG MONEY HEAVYWEIGHT !

[Baby]
Triple beam lab, ghetto machines,
Cocaine, Coco leaf, marijuana this is street dreams,
Biatch, he's out the penn this our life we got..

BIG MONEY HEAVYWEIGHT !

[Mannie Fresh]
In the Florida Keys my nigga Trick front ki's,
Hook a buck, half a buck and even OZ's
Nigga get ya game up,
If you want ya fame up, I'm the

BIG MONEY HEAVYWEIGHT !

[Baby]
Big trucks, big nuts, nigga big guns,
big figgaz, big niggas big hood luv,
Keep it real and have no fear when it comes to...

BIG MONEY HEAVYWEIGHT !

[Mannie Fresh]
Cocaine and Rogaine, I got it cousin,
Ain't got my money than the mutha fuckin' eagle bustin'
You know the real bruh, these niggas kill for the,

BIG MONEY HEAVYWEIGHT !

[Baby]
We drive Range Rovers, Cadillacs and Maybachs,
Game over, bitch nigga we was born soldiers,
We do it one way, the hard way get it up fasho nigga

BIG MONEY HEAVYWEIGHT !

[Mannie Fresh]
For the power of the Kitty Cat,
Niggaz gettin' at,
Moving blow out the sto' where they sittin at,
Please, fuck the cops, niggaz choppin up rocks, to get

BIG MONEY HEAVYWEIGHT ! (WEIGHT, WEIGHT, WEIGHT)

"Down South"
(feat. Ludacris, Lil Wayne, Jazzy Pha)

Yeahh.. scene so thick
Talkin bout OutKast, Organized, Rap-A-Lot
Nuttin but that U.G.K.
All the playas
All the hustlers
Eightball, MJG, Goodie Mob
Y'all know what it is

[Ludacris]
See I'm a Southern ass nigga with some Southern ass hos
A hundred thou cash gets the Southern ass flow
I'm rich bitch no more runnin round cold
Or shootin up windows and gunnin down doors
Oh, yea I think the suckas now know
That the hummer got dropped keep it on the down low
I'm cruisin up highways, stunnin down roads
I'll open up shop then I'm shuttin down shows
Luda cash cheques that'll break the bank
Then I'm in the Old School like Frank the Tank
You can't beat me join me, petes they bore me
But all the Southern asses they keep me horny
Oooh, Big Tymers in a private jet
Got the head of Universal to sign the cheque
Meanwhile Ludacris is out arrangin rovers
Every coast watch out cuz the south's takin over
Uhh

[Mannie Fresh - Chorus]
Caddie Devils
Wood steerin wheels
Got that chromed out lady on top of the grill
With your foot in the gas
Nigga whippin out cash
Just blowin the grass
(That's Southern cousin)
Caddie Devils
Wood steerin wheels
Got that chromed out lady on top of the grill
With your foot in the gas
Nigga whippin out cash
Just blowin the grass
(And you thought it wasn't)

[Lil Wayne]
Ay ay
Weezy the god bow down give praises
I'm easy involved with the drugs in my matrix
Just keepin it calm kickin dubs from my laces
I'm puckin a dre in the escalade basic
Don't you fuckin play cuz I escapade faces
Buck fifty a gram quickly I'm real shifty
Come get me I'll be waitin the steel with me
Show appreciation for those who still with me
Throw a heap of gravy at those who still envy
Cuz Weezy f baby all gravy gotta feel me
Heh heh, feel me Lil' Weezy gat go blakah
Feel heat feel sleepy, here's your mattress
Chill, I'm still street deep, I got access
Young and play hard with no practice
Feelin me is like huggin a cactus
But if you know pain you take it love it and patch it
South side

[Mannie Fresh - Chorus]
Caddie Devils
Wood steerin wheels
Got that chromed out lady on top of the grill
With your foot in the gas
Nigga whippin out cash
Just blowin the grass
(That's Southern cousin)
Caddie Devils
Wood steerin wheels
Got that chromed out lady on top of the grill
With your foot in the gas
Nigga whippin out cash
Just blowin the grass
(And you thought it wasn't)

[Mannie Fresh]
Got Southern type jeans, Southern type shirt
When I drank a lot of beer give a Southern ass burp
Got Southern ass crib, Southern ass car
Down where I'm from I'm a Southern ass star
Got Southern ass chain, Southern ass brain
Where I talk a lotta shit with a Southern ass slang
On any Southern beat got a bunch of Southern freaks
Buck naked outside neighbors callin police
Got a little Southern boy with a little Southern bike
Got a little Southern girlfriend that he'd like
Got a Southern ass truck with a Southern ass dog
Got a big big system knockin pictures off the wall
Got a big Southern party drivin big seven forty
Me and Jazzy Phae cutting on some Southern shortys
I'ma be Southern til the day I go
From my head to my belly to my knees to my toes

[Baby]
I'm a Southern ass nigga that that grew up hard
Uptown third ward nigga blow up a car
I'm the Southern ass nigga with the golds in my mouth
New cars new rims with the work in the drop
I'm a fool, I'm the dude, Mannie fresh the shit
Two ghetto ass niggas now to flip a brick
Well I'm stunna homeboy and I'm filthy rich
Super fly get money in the drop top six
I'm a Southern ass nigga that could blow in the sky
Good weed, twenty threes on that brand new ride
I'm a big money nigga with a boat on the lake
M-I-A and A-T-L we do it state to state
I'm a Southern ass nigga drive fifty whips
Ten bikes customized everything we get
I'm a fly nigga money and my jewels be glistenin
Twenty fours on the Bentley and we blues them bitches nigga

[Jazzy Phae]
Four on the whips Southern cousin
Home in the hills Southern cousin
Chromes and Devils Southern cousin
Home cooked meals Southern cousin
Woooo
When I'm a old school, shine up the wheels
Feet on the mink floors, how does it feel
Wood on the console, chrome on the grill
When you come down here you know what it is
Wooooo
[fade out]
Four on the whips Southern cousin
Home in the hills Southern cousin
Chromes and Devils Southern cousin
Home cooked meals Southern cousin

"No Love"

[Chorus X2 (Jazze Pha & Mannie Fresh)]
[Jazze Pha]
Its a beatiful life, colourful ice, flyest of hoes, spending the night,
[Mannie singing off key]
BEAUTIFU-UUL !
[Jazze Pha]
I'm a Tymer baby, all my shit be designer baby, Its a beatiful life !

[Verse 1 (Mannie Fresh)]
I roll through your city they go who is that,
In a brand new Baby Blue Cadillac,
Truck two days old, with remote controls,
Press the mutha fuckin' button and the TV's fold,
Out the top of the dash, shaking they ass,
Tuck a lil' something and I show her some cash,
I'm Mannie Fresh hoe, represent the "S",
Cash Money Records nigga nothing but the best,
Got a monster truck, sitting on 30's,
Fuck the rap game cuz I still push birdies,
I'm hood rich bitch, you know who I are,
They don't want to fuck me they want to fuck my car,
Now wait a minute hold up mane get it straight,
Ya dude push pebbles birdman push weight,
And its so incredible the things he does,
Take a project bitch from where she was,
Clean her life up, wife her just because,
We some mutha fuckin' pimps you bitch,

[Chorus X2]

[Verse 2 (Baby)]
Blastin' rounds when we moving these pounds,
Counting cash out a shoebox, we getting it down,
I'm holding my town, like a nigga on a mound,
Or a crab out the bucket when me moving around
I'm strong in the hood, steering wheel all wood,
In the back of the lac the nigga played all good,
I'm on my grizzy my nizzy to get this brand new crib,
Behind this money its gon' be a fucking killin'
I'm moving around uptown this how its going down,
I'm coming thru the hood for a billi killin bitch,
Money is a must, hanging out at the club with hoes on motorbikes my nigga,
That ghetto life, with these calls and brawls it ain't no love in my eyesight nigga
A million in cash in the back of the dash and I'm the OG driving my nigga,

[Chorus X2]

[Verse 3 (Mannie Fresh & Baby)]
[Mannie Fresh]
Yeah, got my root beer dickies on,
With my mutha fuckin' diamond studded cell phone,
I got cars to match these clothes, with some ignorant ass banged out project hoes,
I'm dope boy fresh, I mean that bitch,
Thats gators on my waiter when he serving that shit,
And I'm coming thru your hood, disrespecting y'all,
Bass turned up loud knocking pictures off the wall,
[Baby]
I'm riding gangsta in a green mercedes,
throwing spinach out the window mannie fresh and Baby,
Icey whips with the gun on my hip,
Bootin' up at you bitches like "fuck y'all haters" (fuck y'all haters)
So get straight or get this gun in your face,
And fuck around and be a whole nother killing,
In the sky blue bentley, 23's they spinnin,
Big Money Heavyweight and we gettin'

[Chorus X2]

"Got Everything"
(feat. Tateeze)

[Baby Talking:]
Ay, Big Money Heavyweight, ay Fresh we back at it daddy, Big Tymers, summertime boy

[Verse 1 (Baby)]
See its summertime homie and we born to shine,
Cadillac dipped grill with the 9 on line,
Keep the ice on packed, with the big mack stacks,
Rims dipped the same colour as the new Cadillac,
See we lace our hoes, and smoke our dro'
When we go to the club, we go through the back door,
With the nine on my waistline (waistline)
Any nigga act up he get that nine to his fuckin' mind
Homie still doing time (doing time), son a sack thru his mind
he get it thru the pipeline,
flicks, so you see how we shine, everybody know stunna so you know I'm doing mines,
Its a vision of dreams with Cadillac machines, get loot, not hoes if you know what I mean
Gotta hustle and grind, keep the money on your mind,
Summertime all hoods, blow up and shine

[Chorus X2 (Tateeze & Baby)]
[Tateeze]
Got everything they ever built, everything they ever made
[Baby]
And on my bed, I even got a mink spread
[Tateeze]
On all my cars, gotta have spinning blades
[Baby]
And all my toys, gotta have an infared

[Verse 2 (Mannie Fresh)]
Six years ago, a friend of mine
Said its gon' rain before the sunshine,
Some gon' lead, some gon' follow,
Some gon' spit, some gon' swallow,
Now where you going ?, where you been ?
And whats your angle, and how you fit in,
So this time I made up my mind,
Fuck being broke, its time to shine,
Kiss my momma, tell my daddy I'm gone,
Baby boy on his way to make a song,
From a quarter to a dollar to a five to a ten
You are witnessing,
The rise of a young black entrepreneur,
Spread my wings, I'm about to soar,
two million, three million nigga I did it,
two billion, three billion nigga lets get it,

[Chorus X2]

[Verse 3 (Baby & Mannie Fresh)]
[Baby]
See I'm a neighbourhood baller with the beamers and sprawlers,
The broads keep callin cuz baby I'm ballin'
Hood rich shit with these ghettos and bricks,
Stunna back at it ma' with that brand new six,
Stunna got that caddy with the bubble eye lips,
Fully equipped whips to custom made shit,
Now everything is wet, and everything is slick,
and everything is paid, mannie mink pimp
[Mannie Fresh]
You scared, get the new escalade,
The long motherfucker get the head done in suede,
Shining at its best, nigga wear your vest,
Southern ass nigga with his shirts and jeans fresh,
I like them starched heavy, big box chevy,
Head till' I'm dead from my ol' girl Debbie,
Don't try it, buy it, if its factory, amplify it,
Might go nitro, ignite it,

[Chorus X2]
[Baby's voice overlapping, talking]
Yeah !, I see ya Casey, I see ya fam, Gilly, Mikkey, Boo, Mike, Stone, Lac, d-boy Ceedy
Wop, ay Ta I got you girl, I'm a hold us down shorty, we gon buy us some new private jets,
yeah,
Weezy We, Young Money, Squad up nigga, Mannie Freezie, Suga Slim, Joe and Greg, I got us baby,
Hold on nigga, its all good homie, ay Rodney !, its ya boy, its Bird Beezy my Neezy, we
riding for ya Darkchild
in the building nigga, yeah, ay Tanto, I ain't forget bout you nigga, uptown we in this bitch
nigga, ay ay, we riding
till the wheels fall off nigga, guaranteed we wont look back from here nigga,
We keeping it hood, you know, we only know it one way nigga, yeah yeah, ah !

"Project Bitch"
(feat. Juvenile, Lil' Wayne)

[Verse 1: Mannie Fresh]
This is for Deshawn, Eshlawn, Lil Mama, an her friends
Lisa, Teresa, Maria, Tia, Lia and Kim
I love y'all broads, no disrespect to my dogs
but I love y'all broads, yea I love y'all broads
To the ladies havin babies without no drama
To my niggas with figgas say I love my baby momma
I bought them shoes, them tattoos, an even fixed yo breasts
I put you inside the flyest rides an even put a "S" on yo' chest

[Verse 2: Lil' Wayne]
This is for the ones who wobbled it an be puttin they mouth on it
An they suck everything out of it then they catch it and swallow it
I'm Lil Weezy for sheezy, I'm off the heezy believe me
See me, I squeeze in between it, and then I leave it so greasy
When I come through in a Rolls Royce, leave them with no choice
but to hop up in it an just let me make they throat moist
Ruby red an vodka it just carry a nigga
Give me three minutes maybe four she be wantin to marry a nigga

[Chorus 2X: Juvenile]
Give me a project bitch
Give me a hoodrat chick
One that don't give a fuck
An say she took that dick

[Verse 3: Juvenile]
My momma send me by my grandma, my grandma flipped out
an said we ain't gone have no evil in this house
So I rolled out scoped me an ounce sold out
but I fucked up when I started livin up in this hoes house
Nigga started fuckin one of the broads
cause she was suckin a nigga dick so good keepin it hard
Lettin a nigga cum all over her chest and tongue
She was still-un, I spared her because her chil-drun
She was a hoe she gave me head behind a building
aint sellin records but her mouth could sell a million
if you wanna take it there we can break it off
cause yall pussy aint gotta nigga tweakin at all
I slang this dick summer winter spring an the fall
ask me to lay it down I'm bringin it all
I'm tryin to hit ya from the back til ya holla, "Good lord
this motherfuckin dick good and it always be hard"

[Chorus]

[Verse 4: Baby]
Look - a nigga could catch me r'd up
Them white folks know the code so we g'd up
an my range rover 4 door be d'd up
Tattoos and new cars and these project cuts
Got this nigga bitch I know been wantin to fuck
I deal with sluts ladies an bitches don't give a fuck
Project bosses Weezy say "Respect Us"
Bitch nigga find me in the 4 door Lexus
I got a bitch shoot dice an a bitch that ain't right
I got a bitch who will front ya work an take ya life
I got a credit card hoe, a scam type hoe, a fraud type hoe
Like to snort that dope, a dick suckin pro
A calico hoe, a real solid bitch out Chicago
I got a +Brat+ type bitch like to whine an shit
I got a project bitch like to start some shit

[Chorus til fade]

"Let Us Stunt"
(feat. B.G., Turk)

[Baby {talking}]
I got that work
(For sure)
I got that work, nigga
Hustle - death if you hustle with us
(I'll front ya, boy)
'Cause I'ma put that work on your life, lil' one
({too low to hear} if you're shined out with a nigga)
It ain't no secret

[Baby]
I'm that nigga, Baby
But my niggas, they call me Atrice
Every bitch I fuck gotta be above average
On another level, nigga - millionaire status
Just bought two mansions: one in Florida, one in Dallas
I'm a boss nigga
Buy whatever, don't give a fuck 'bout the cost, nigga
I like to floss, nigga
It ain't no secret: I'm the number-one stuntman
You come at me wrong, you'll be in the trunk, man
I'm a O.G. shot caller - Big Tymer
Cadillac, Hummer, Jaguar, Benz driver
Thirty-six-ounces-in-the-glove-compartment hider

[B.G.]
Don't test the water - look, believe B.'ll ride

[Baby]
Nigga, I'm a millionaire
Tote two guns 'cause I've been there
Lil' wodie, you don't wanna go there
I'm fuckin' all these hoes

[Mannie Fresh]
Y'all better believe!

[Baby]
And I'm tellin' the next rappin' bitch what's up my sleeve, wodie

[Hook (Turk)]
Bitches say we stunt too much (much)
It's okay 'cause we can back it up (up)
Know you gon' let us do what we do (do)
Rock our Rolie, ride drop-tops, too (too)

[B.G.]
(Look, look, it's a- it's a- a checkmate, checkmate)
Ain't it a bitch how I be stun'n - I know, but I can do that
I pull up, top down on a Prowler, they be like, "Who that?"
Common sense should tell 'em it gotta be a H.B.
'Cause don't nobody stunt like them niggas from CMB
Baby had me reppin' since I was in the sixth grade
'Cause niggas wonder how I'm eighteen and already made
I done been through it - from bustin' heads to doin' time
Now I'm on that level to where I got the right to shine
Me and my clique hit the scene - Ree's, jeans, and T's
Wrist, neck, and ears just shoutin' *bling*bling*
We be thuggin' to the fullest - stay handlin' hoes
'Cause all of 'em the same: straight scandalous hoes
I ain't trippin' - they can ride in the whip with a nigga
But put your head down and donate your lips to a nigga
Tossin' bitches is a hobby 'cause me and my niggas share
Gotta respect that's the life for this Cash Money Millionaire

[Hook (Turk)]

[Mannie Fresh]
(What, what, what)
I know y'all sayin', "Look here - what the fuck is that?"
A Space Shuttle, lil' daddy - made by Cadillac
Take that other shit out, and put Corinthian leather
Put a sun-roof top for sun-roof weather
They go, "Whooooo!", when I fly by they shit
They go, "Oooooh!", you diggity? Just don't quit
I like 'em one short, one tall, one a doll
I like 'em on their head in the bed against the wall
Turbo-charged dick slinger...
...pussy banger
...pain-bringer
Nasty in-and-out finger
See that girl that you're with - I did that shit
Any girl that you get, I'ma hit that bitch
Last year: helicopter playa - hello
This year: plushed-out, pimped-out Space Shuttle
You like gorgeous Lovely, I know you do
And if you're a real hot girl you'll let me fuck your crew
For real, though

[Hook 2x (Turk)]

[Turk]
Let us do what we do, let us do what we do
Let us do what we do, let us do what we do
Let us do what we do, let us do what we do
(Let us-)
What, nigga?
Let us do what we do
[Big Tymers:] B-3, Mannie Fresh
B.G.
Hot Boys
Cash Money
Juvie, Lil' Wheezy
Suga Slim and his bitch
[Lil' Turk]
(Nigga)
CMR-a Millionaires, ya heard me
How ya lovin' that?
Nigga, how ya lovin' that?
Nigga, now how ya lovin' that?

"Good Friday"
(feat. Lil' Wayne, Mack 10)

[Mack 10]
Hoo Bangin' and Cash Money
Hustlin' every Frday

[Baby]
Got a package on Wednesday, Thursday I broke it up
Now Friday done came, today we cookin' up
Ain't gettin' loaded nigga, no time for fuckin' up
I'm breakin' niggaz of with bricks from hust-a-lers
The hood done changed cause niggaz is comin' up
Ya short me, I'ma have to blow your hood up
The feds on my ass but I need my change
So I could ride Hummers, Jags and Bentleys man

[Manny Fresh]
It's that day, phat day
Kidnappin' and gun play
I need my riches from you bitches and I can't stay
Now that the flavor that I savor neighbor, 20 inch thangs
Rag on my head, white T-shirt and bagette chains
Mac like roni the one and only
Nigga Puff like Daddy and I'm pretty like Tony
Friday, lie day, tell the lil nigga I'll pay 'em
And when he come up with the product, ya'll niggaz spray 'em
Now why they
Had to do me on Friday

[Chorus: B.G. (2x)]

It's Friday, nigga on the block straight shinin'
Runnin' a bitch down, tryin' to get it I'm grindin'
Sellin' 2 for 1's what ever nigga I got it
Them checks came out so the set straight poppin'

[Lil' Wayne]
Listen, listen, listen, la
Weezy-We, movin' 20 ki's a week
On a good friday it's like easy street
Breakin' down whole chickens, to quarters and halves
You gould get it harded than slabs or softer than sand
If you come around my course nigga
Askin' for the short nigga
Not on Tuesdays and Thursdays, I be duckin' the law nigga
You know I got that raw nigga, bags to bricks
Whole things goin' for 10 and ounces for 6
Look it's iceberg nigga expect the worst
Friday done fell on the first and I got that work
And if I fron the whole thing, I'ma ask for 11
If I front a half a thing, I'm taxin' ya 7
Cause I gotta ride dubs nigga runnin' whatever
A CMR standard nigga got a flosser Kompressor
I got a extra 223, and my pockets to spend
And on the next Friday, I'ma do it again
Wha

[Chorus: B.G. (2x)]

[Mack 10]
Man first it was a hard night
And that was good Friday, I got to duck 'til I'm special on the hard white
I'm ridin' 20 inches, flossin', stay shinin'
I'm the boss, I get chickens at cost and stay grindin'
Don't make me put on the bass and so I'm bout to start hoopin'
I'll remake 2 out a 1 so I can get hootin' and recoopin'
My game gettin' strong and my profit gettin' long
I bust the whole chick down and sell it all in zones
Try to beat me or cheat me and get your shirt stained up
And run for pop those hollows towards the door and freeze your brain up
All hustlin' hit the stores and turn the flame up
Left the water bubblin' and rocked the caine up
So Baby, you Wayne and Fresh y'all get the machetes
Put it in B.G. cook it and y'all chop it when it's ready
And when you come to my hood and you lookin' for them thangs
Mack 10 is the name on the Caddy door now what

[Manny Fresh]
Why they
Had to do me on Friday
Why they
Had to persue on Friday
Why they
Had to do me on Friday
Why they
Had to persue on Friday
Hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, ho

"Project Bitch (Remix)"
(feat. Juvenile, Lil' Wayne, B.G.)

[Verse 1: Mannie Fresh]
This is for Deshawn, Eshlawn, Lil Mama, and her friends
Lisa, Teresa, Maria, Tia, Lia and Kim
I love y'all broads, no disrespect to my dogs
but I love y'all broads, yea I love y'all broads
To the ladies havin babies without no drama
To my niggas with figgas say I love my baby momma
I bought them shoes, them tattoos, an even fixed yo breasts
I put you inside the flyest rides an even put a "$" on yo chest

[Verse 2: Lil' Wayne]
This is for the ones who wobbled it and be puttin they mouth on it
An they suck everything out of it then they catch it and swallow it
I'm Lil Weezy for sheezy, I'm off the heezy believe me
See me, I squeeze in between it, and then I leave it so greasy
When I come through in a Rolls Royce, leave them with no choice
but to hop up in it an just let me make they throat moist
Ruby red an vodka it just carry a nigga
Give me three minutes maybe four she be wantin to marry a nigga

[Chorus 2X: Juvenile]
Give me a project bitch
Give me a hoodrat chick
One that don't give a fuck
An say she took that dick

[Verse 3: Juvenile]
My momma send me by my grandma, my grandma flipped out
an said we ain't gone have no evil in this house
So I rolled out, scoped me out an sold out
but I fucked up when I started livin up in this hoes house
Nigga started fuckin one of the broads
cause she was suckin a nigga dick so good keepin it hard
Lettin a nigga cum all over her chest and tongue
She was still-un, I spared her because her chil-drun
She was a hoe she gave me head behind a building
aint sellin records but her mouth could sell a million
if you wanna take it there we can break it off
cause yall pussy aint gotta nigga tweakin at all
I slang this dick summer winter spring an the fall
ask me to lay it down I'm bringin it all
I'm tryin to hit ya from the back to ya house
Cause lord this mothrfuckin dick good and it always be hard

[Chorus]

[Verse 4: Baby]
Look - a nigga could catch me r'd up
Them white folks know the code so we g'd up
an my range rover 4 door be d'd up
Tattoos and new cars and these project cuts
Got this nigga bitch I know been wantin to fuck
I deal with sluts ladies an bitches don't give a fuck
Project bosses Weezy say "Respect Us"
Bitch nigga find me in the 4 door Lexus
I got a bitch shoot dice an a bitch that ain't right
I got a bitch who will front ya work an take ya life
I got a credit card hoe, a scam type hoe, a fraud type hoe
Like to snort that dope, a dick suckin pro
A calico hoe, a real solid bitch out Chicago
I got a brat type bitch like to whine an shit
I got a project bitch like to start some shit

[Chorus]

[Verse 5: B.G.]
Ohh yeah!
I like tha ones that know go straight to her knees
Properly please properly serve BG
It ain't no other breed no other kind or type
Believe them rillas out tha PJ's nothin nice
Behind their man run, they gone chase somethin
Tie ya down and spray that mace in yo face cuzen
They take that dick good like they know it ain't no tomorrow
They get on top and oh they just a jumpin
I love that I let them do what do I don't stop em
Watch her do her thing I just lay back and watch her
They know they burnin know they on fire
They know they hot as it can't get can't get no hotter
They sport Finded sport Iceberg and Powdler
I can't help that I love ghetto hood P poppers
I want be right if i ain't got a bitch
that's ghetto fab and com'n straight out tha bricks