Man what's up Playboy?
  I know you love these Diamonds (they beautiful ha)
  Nigga, "How You Luv That?"
  All that stuntin and frontin
  It's all about them diamonds boy
    [Baby]
  Nigga it's a pretty day, and it's flossin season
  Added six tires to my new machinery
  Double R like to ball like it's no tomorrow
  Pretty broads and we fuckin these superstars
  Chrome rims, niggaz ridin new Benz
  TV's, Cadillacs with the new fends
  Wet paint, niggaz takin trips to the banks
  Hittin malls spendin twenty G's like stars
  Rolex, PlayStations in the 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 out a champ
  Overnight got the yole if your money right
  Solid TV's PlayStation with the B.G.
  It's all gravy playboy cause it's flossin season
  A million dollars ain't nothing to me nigga
  but a million hoes is game to me playboy
    [Chorus:[ B.G.]]
    Nahh nahh - flossers, let me see you rollin your rims
  Ballers, helicopters, bikes, and 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, and bourbans
  It's on us, C-M-R are millionaires
  Let 'em know it's flossin season everywhere
    [B.G.]
  I got to get my shine on, do it every time
  Seventeens on up, that's all I ride
  In ninety-eight, 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 with a guerilla
  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 with it
  Layin it down this month cause we got a reason (fo' sho')
  and we gon' rip shit up cause it's flossin season
    [Chorus]
    [B.G.]
  We flossers, what what what?
  I say we ballers, what what what?
    [Juvenile]
  This is the season for the flossers nigga
  Ride top notch shit, fuck what it cost you nigga
  Ain't got no TV's or CD's 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 niggaz come out on them 20's and ball
  It ain't no secret I'ma stunter, like Evel Knievel
  Jumpin out Lex's and Hummer's, showin off for 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 and 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 ap-iece
  Today I might lay low with Kent I built my house in the East
  Fuck that, I'ma play bourban it's a thousand a suite
    [Mannie Fresh]
  Who had the, first bourban 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 motherfuckers 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 and 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 and move to the hills
  Thirty days a month - thirty Automobiles
  The Lexus or Benz that come out in the year two thousand
  I got one of them bitches parked around corner by the housin
  The bike I got come out in the year two thousand ten
  Eleven fifty zoop with the batman fin
  The ring I got, Liberace want it
  He couln't afford that bitch but I can afford to flaunt it
    [Chorus]
    [B.G.]
  We flossers, what what?