Why, why, why
  Why, why, why
  Why, why
  Cash Money, Rich Niggaz
  Look
    [Lil' Wayne]
  Loud pipes, big rims
  Nigga, that's my life
  When I pull up at the club sorry that's my night
  I know a lot of haters probably sayin that that's not right
  Well, my diamonds so much bigger
  So, that's my life
  Gleam, gleam
  Now, only carry big face 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
  Ha, ha, ha
  I crack myself up
  I know I talk lot but I can back myself up
  Got a little 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 to think about 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 we was next
  Then that's when I pull up in the B-E-L
  Le-Le-Lex
  Ha
    [1st Chorus]
  I'm on Fiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiire
  Hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot
  We on Fiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiire
  Hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot
    [Juvenile]
  Juvenile used to be R-E-T-A bound
  Now I be bustin these bitches head when I come 'round
  Acting like a nigga that ain't never had shit
  Look into my bed sayin that's a mad hit
  I'll damned if these diamonds and golds ain't shinin
  My Rollie ain't mine and my bank ain't climbin
  You lookin 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
  Nigga, bet a thousand, shoot a thousand - ain't nuttin
  Smoke a pound, pop the Cristal and drink somethin
  Meet me in the casino, way in the back
  Losin money like a motherfucker, still shooting craps
  Tomorrow I'll be back, I got millionaire status
  We make so much money IRS be lookin at us
    [Repeat 1st Chorus 1X]
    [Turk]
  I got more ends than Bonnie have in a factory
  I'm Lil Turk, I'm living large, got the baddest hoes after me
  Picture me, a young nigga bawling out of control
  Playing with millions, laying in condos
  Nigga I shine, shine through the fucking week
  The flyiest ride with crystal in the passenger seat
  Don't hate me, 'cause I'm a little bawler
  Got more weight than Angola
  Fucking your girl Carla
  Nigga I stunt,
  And I'm a stunt 'til 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, nigga I'm rich what the fuck
  Rolex crushed out with the bezel
  And all the foes that get close to me got to be on my schedule
  I got so much money
  I don't know what to do
  Buy isles and cars
  And break bread with my crew
    [2nd Chorus]
  I'm on Fiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiire
  Hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot
  We on Fiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiire
  Hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot
  B.G. on Fiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiire
  Hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot
    [Paparue]
  Uh, uh, uh
  Hear me
  It's like, monkey see, monkey do
  Rolling with the Cash Money Runners I stay true
  Cause when were running and climbing on the million-dollar scene
  Holding together, mo-de-ming, mo-de-ming
  When I bring out the rubber around the Hummer
  ??? Benz, or in the Lex Bubble
  When I start they said I had no fame
  Now all the girls just end up calling my name
  10 G's to ???
  Fax the contract to big Cash Money
  Cause you know this whole clique right with me
  They're right with me
  Sip-pe-di-dy
  Won't count the diamonds just around my neck
  X amount-a dollars on a bankroll check
  If you want to really come and sing with me
  Those that got me wicked, then I do some free
  For free!