[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?