Why, why, why   Why, why, why   Why, why   Cash money, rich niggaz   Look      [lil' wayne]   Loud pipes, big rims   Nigga, that's my life   As I pull up at the club, sorry that's my knife   I know a lot of haters probably saying 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 I used to be   R-e-t-a bound   Now I be busting these bitches when I come around   Acting like a nigga that ain't never had shit   Look into my bed saying that's a mad hit   I'll damned if these diamonds and golds ain't shining   My rollie ain't rinning   My bank and climbing   You looking 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 nothing   Smoke a pound, pop the crystal and drink something   Meet me in the casino   Way in the back   Using money like a motherfucker   Still shooting crack   Tomorrow I'll be back   I got millionaire status   We make so much money irs be looking 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!