{B.G.}   What's happenin', nigga   B.Geezy, Baby, Mannie Fresh, nigga   Big Tymers, nigga   You know we be stun'n our ass off, ya heard me      {Bling, -ling, -ling}   You know me and my clique stand out   It's bling-a-ling every time we stick our hand out   Eyes can't take it - motherfuckers turn they head around   I gotta laugh 'cause the neck, too, look like a glass house   Man, that ice the motherfucker   Don't forget the whip - twenty-inches and TV's   Navigation system, Dreamcast, all in the Bentley   Everyday of the week I be jumpin' in somethin' different   Bikes, Lexus Trucks - everyday I be switchin'   My big round, Baby, taught me how to lay my stunt down   Come 'round the corner once, leave, switch up, come back around   You know how it go down on a Sunday uptown   Wrist hangin' out the window of the Jag with the top down   Later on that evenin', corner pocket off the chain   But I advise you: don't come around without that thing   'Cause them vultures be out and believe they be jackin'   But they know I'm a made nigga - I still be stuntastic      {Hook - 2x (B.G.)}   It's stuntastic   Straight out the plastic   If they got drastic   Big Tymers is off the heezy   It's ballerific   Cash Money gifted   It's very hard to look at them princess cuts 'cause they be glistenin'      {Baby}   I ride top-notch shit, nigga, all the hot shit   On a Sunday I pull out all my drop-top shit   I be stun'n   Step in the club and buy the vault   I know them hoes be lookin' - that's why I play this game raw   It's just in me to be the nigga that I be   Call me Atrice, call me Bryan, Bubble, or B.   You know who I am   You know Cash Money my fam'   Who else could it be with me and Geezy spinnin' that Lam'   Rockin' that ice, poppin' that cham'   Jumpin' out in front a warehouse dressed in Hot Boy wear   Glock on my side - you know we ain't gettin' checked at the door   Get outta line, we leave a nigga brains on the dance floor   Back to the coffee cup and drop the ice   Shake it up   When it come out, it's gon' fuck your eyes up   Like I said last time: I don't need no introduction   I'm the number-one when it come down to the stun'n      {Hook - 2x (B.G.)}   It's stuntastic   Straight out the plastic   If they got drastic   Big Tymers is off the heezy   It's ballerific   Cash Money gifted   It's very hard to look at these princess cuts 'cause they be glistenin'      {Mannie Fresh}   Lil' one, I been paid   Two-thousand-ten escalade   Did I tell you how the seats made   Crocodile and mink suede   I touch y'all niggas' arms with candy-coated choppers   I fed these hoes fettuccini while you was feedin' 'em whoppers   I could take the ugliest bitch and turn her into somethin'   And take a whack-ass track and have that bitch bumpin'   Nigga, Liberacci ain't got nothin' on me   I got one diamond, and one ring bigger than your whole future, g   Shorty, you ain't heard the news? I'm ridin' on twenty-twos   I take the groom bride and give that hoe the blues   My neck on another level   My life on another level   Alright, you got a Benz - and, nigga, I'm pushin' the space shuttle   Bitch, please   My bank account Hercules      {B.G.}   It's, zero, zero, zero, comma, zero, (comma),   stop (stop), freeze (freeze)      {Mannie Fresh}   Whatever you got, lil' daddy, believe me - I been had it   It's just in my life and my nature and my way to be stuntastic      Hook - 3x (B.G.)}   It's stuntastic   Straight out the plastic   If they got drastic   Big Tymers is off the heezy   It's ballerific   Cash Money gifted   It's very hard to look at these princess cuts 'cause they be glistenin'      {B.G.}   Nigga,   We ballerific and stuntastic, ya heard me   Baby, Mannie Fresh, B.Geezy   You dig   Stun'n 'til we can't stunt no motherfuckin' more, nigga   Reppin' 'til we can't rep no motherfuckin' more, nigga   Huntin' 'til we can't hunt no motherfuckin' more, nigga   From Lamborghinis to Bentley's to Ferrari's to Jaguars to Hummers   To whatever you got - we got it and then some   Ya heard me   From princess cuts to baguettes   to whatever kind of diamonds they got, we got it, nigga   It don't stop, ya heard me   Cash Money, nigga, got the rap game on lock   How you love that   Baby, Mannie Fresh - they got that work, nigga   And I got that pistol under my shirt, nigga   Yeah slip up if you want   You get put sixty feet under the dirt, nigga   CMR-a, Hot Boys, Cash Money