* Hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm  OhhhhhhhhhhhhOhhhhhhhhhhhhhh yeahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh    [Verse 1: C-Bo]  Now see I be the man with all the plans  Trips and personal leer jets across the land  See me in bently in front of billboard live  Sipping on cristal crushed ice and lime  While I flex baggets and rubys on my wrist  My niggas be the shit like rotweilers and pits  Top dollers and fits markeys to kiss  Your four keds on my pinkie might crease your lips  Got offshore accounts swizes in japan  Need money machines to count the cash at hand  Push a candy green navy on unleves with four tvs  Gold real smiling like flaming young key I'm all about the money  And I mix it with the hunnys but not a trick  Hoes can't get none from me  Catch me in rag benz count my ends I don't hate we move tapes  State to state  Surprise to see me riding your town  So much ice it'll melt the whole city might drown  Forever stay a playa and ball with tycoons  Bentlys and mansions with like 15 rooms  Fall to my doom all I wanted was the cash  Lambouginis ferraris benz convertable jags  Rolex on my right bravado on my left rollin in sweat  On my personal leer jet tycoon    [Chorus]  All I wanna do is to have the better things in life  I'm a tycoon diamond rings and live this life that's all I knew  Was to hustle day and night stack my chips and rub this ice  that's a playa's life ohhhhhhhh yeahhhhhhhhhhh    [Verse 2]  Double r's and movie stars wanna know who we are  Quarter million dollar cars in six car garage  It's like a mirage when you step out on the deck  All I wanted was the best so I built the rest  And iced the neck then I spiced the deck with swimming pools and hot tubs  Private flights to met cico puerto rico peruvian flakes  Metro rap cakes that I'm getting for eight  I'm straight don't use it never do I touch  I put this 40 carrots and diamonds and get them crushed  Lost the fourtune and fame I'm pushing the caine  When the fourtune put us stressed to get the fourtune I gained  And still remain the same nigga swerving the lanes  With a cup full of crushed ice pouring the champagne  Smoking the dank while I'm holding a drank  West coast my motto toting all the dank tycoon    [Chorus]    [Verse 3]  I be a star to those who supposed to be hoes  But only hoes like those in skirts in tight cloths  And those a dealers played out with kangols  Had troppaz so I swooped up the range rolls  Got better hoes gucci sweater cloths  And went from V.S.O.P. to X.O.  From quarter karats to cares girlfriend  Then marriage with a baby to cherish  And a mansion for my parents  Timex to Rolex all gold to diamonds  Now I "Bling Bling" like Cash Money cause I'll be shining  My broad stays smothered down  And Victoria's Secret from a disc to her ass crack  Right price to peeping in all  I'm not a pimp I just live when I walk  Karl Kani boxers is fence because of my deal with warlock  Staking lobsters from pork chops  From pissing on lingers and knolies  To pissing criss down at the yacht tycoon    [Chorus]