Talking (Juvenile): Suga Slim Million Dollar spot      Verse 1: Juvenile      Wodie ask them motherfuckers how the CMB play it   Tanqueray and Alize it, take the llello and weigh it   735's I drive fits ta match, when I past    Bitches ask, "Who the fuck was that?"   Girl thats Juvenile you don't know'em he on fire   17 inch momos black magic on his tires   Crushed out stoned, plushed out homes, cellular phones   And concerts in the Superdome   Now I can pump my Beamer and play the Navigator   Sport tailor made outfits with matchin alligators   Visa gold, bank account on swole   Got my million dollar destiny under control   Millions a fantasy, Juvenile's reality   Bitch I write my own checks bitch I pay my own salary   You want business with me    Boss playa ya have to be   I'ma million dollar nigga these bithces run after me   I got a gold and crome Beretta   I got a 1997 Mercedes compressor   And I can bet a - hundred G's and my pockets won't hurt   Nigga set for life nigga puttin' in work      (Chorus) 2x   All kinds of cars   Neighborhood superstar   Feared by many and loved by broads      Verse 2: Baby      Neighborhood superstar   Ridin' in these pretty cars   Uptown niggas livin' like movie stars   Flyin' ta tennessee chillin' with lil jimmie   And transportin' coke back and forth to my city   Takin' flights    Be in Las Vegas over night   Chillin' with Lo Jack   Sippin' on cognac   Goin' to casinos   Gamblin' with the young ninos   Loosin' 20 Gs worth of C notes   Nigga I sold dope all my life   Turned a hundred Gs into two million over night   I guess 'cause I'm rich   These hoes say I'm a stuntin' bitch   Thats why I look at all these hoes like the aint shit   But I'm a star   Bitch you can keep that gar   Give me the money and a brand new car   Livin' in eastover dealin' big balla parties   Invitin' all the fuckin' female roovers   Ridin' in lambruginis   Beaches hoes and bikinis   Me and Fresh tag teamin'   Ridin' in convertible land roovers   Hoes be sweatin' 'cause of the mouth full of golds   Nigga baallin' out of control      (Chorus) 2x      Verse 3: Mannie Fresh      I come with TVs and VCRs in the cars   And I pack a big dick down in tha draws   I'm a neighborhood peppa boy   Platinum steppa boy   Rolls Royce of my choice not a reppa boy   Young G   Ridin' in a hum v   Broads tellin' bitches tellin' hoes come see   20 inch rims, on Yokahama slims   Check the neck for the diamonds and the gems   Don't nobody got mo ends than me   Don't nobody drive a fuckin' benz like me   I got a house in cali and a ranch in texas   17 inches on a brand new lexus   Picture project hoes dancin' on marble floors   Kissin' one nigga from his head to his toes   Who you wanna be like manny or mike   How you gone shine dark or bright   'cause these hoes be wishin' to ride in a 97 expedition   When I pass I make'em stop look and listen   For tryin' ta follow tha big body empala   Don't love'em don't need'em bitch sorry can't holla      verse 4: Lil Wayne      Now tell me what kinda   Nigga got diamonds that'll *bling* blind ya   I'm only 14 I'm a big tymer   I'm sittin' on crome all week shiner   My golds hang low   Crystal on the flo   I'ma flex   Twenty thousand dollar rolex   I got my name on a street up in every city   And look everywhere I be I got a mirror wit me   Look I'm feared by many loved by broads   I'm livin' marvelous I'ma superstar (superstar)      (Chorus) 4x