Biotch, Biotch      [Chorus - Baby (Cristale)]   (Get that dough)   Look wipe a bitch down, let's dribble on a hoe, C'mon   (Get that dough)   Let's pop a few bottles, smoke a lil dro   (Get that dough)   Look wipe a bitch down, let's dribble on a hoe, Wooo   (Get that dough)   Let's pop a few bottles, smoke a lil dro      [Lil Wayne]   I pull up slow, chrome flashin   lil daddy in a long Cabbi   Big hat pimp strong daddy   Got my hoes on my arm daddy   Ain't that amazing, specially when I'm blazin that dro   earthly green, purple weed, purple V,   with purple seats, murck the streets   And I see ya in that Gucci skirt ya sweet   But later on I wanna hurt ya so holla back hoe   I know ya will, get ya ass over here   And take off my polar bear   I'm the coldest player of most my age   Quote my age, 19 but my money's much old   And shorty got crazy paper   Cash Money's my army, my navy paper   Understand, Weezy is made of paper   I got "Baby" paper      [Chorus]      [Cristale]   Floss our bitch, or get tossed out   Stunna time criss-crossed out   Birdman the bad bitches bossed out   So fly nigga we dont walk out   Time to get Nina Rossed out   I'ma let the heat speak, see I'm talked out   What's the muthafuckin talk bout   Get you niggaz chalked out   Chi-town and Birdman show you what that fuckin hawk bout      [Baby]   You can shine like stunna (Papi it's all gravy)   I bought the Rover for me and bought the Benz for my ladies   See I, wipe ya down, I shine ya up   And put the rims on the whip then diamonded up   It's the m-uh-m-uh-man, that I hustle for grams   Me, Ta', and Cris' with a blunt in my hand   See I come through shinin, known big tymin