(feat. Juvenile)    [Juvenile:]  Aw, man  Man I sho' need this one here man  It's gon' be so huge  I know everyone out there gon' luv this one ya heard me    [Manny Fresh:]  Now, who the fuck got cars for days  Crazy hoes and momo's with the 20 inch blades  Me and the Misses, drivin' Expeditions  The back stabbin' friends (smooch) blowin' kisses  Chrome struck bitches, wood grain witches  Leather seats, la la look, anything else itches  I don' done it, the bubble-eyed GS 300  Anything else around me playboy I run it  Bought the black Yukon in Houston, a microwave, a fouton  She not white, uh uh, she cuban  Karats on my fingers  Fuckin' R&B Singers  1998 Lexus, Dick slangers  Nuts Hangers, from South Americon  Don Peringion  Me a peasant, move on  Can you top a, nigga with a candy coated helicopter  Move, shake, shove that  Ask yourself nigga How You Luv That    [Chorus: Lil Wayne (2x)]  How You Luv That  20 Cars on chrome  Nigga, How You Luv That  20 show in the dome  Nigga, How You Luv That  20 Hot Girls to bone  Nigga, How You Luv That  Brrrr, 20 PrimeCo phones    [Baby:]  Nigga how you gon' tell me that shit ain't changed  When nigga used to play curls now they playin' braids  And in my crib I got a elevator fuckin' with these hoes heads  With alligator pillow cases in my bed  I got a screen TV so big  Playboy I had to get aproval from the city and the muthafuckin' feds  I say fuck these white folks 'til I'm dead  Cause I'm gon' ball 'til I fall and spend 20 G's at the mall  And Playboy you could tell me How You Luv That  I bought my son a Rolex with diamonds and bezzel at nine months  And a Cash Money medallion with 20 diamonds in each letter son  So peeps this, nigga a got I million dollars worth of cars all on chrome can  you compete wit' this, that's beautiful  These six tires with that Range Rover  Ear rings costin' 15 G's, wit' TV's  Nigga I'm tryin' to put a screen on the hood of the Humvee  And put my face on top nigga can you see me  I got so much money I'll never do time  I play them white bitches like they play me at all times  I got 20 G's to put on they leather seat  But, for open court charges three time felony on one rap sheet  What the fuck I look like choppin' trees and pickin' cotton  When I shoot, fuckin' hoes and money clockin'  I'm a Big Tymer ask 'Lac you could believe that  Play boy nigga tell me How You Luv That    [Chorus: Lil Wayne (2x)]    [Juvenile:]  Baby what you mean that Juvenile ain't bout matin'  Best get yo' mind right and go head with that hatin'  What, you must think that these diamonds ain't real or somthin', ha  All of this shoutin' gon' get me killed for nothin', ha  Nigga fuck that I'm gon' ball 'til I fall  From Calton by the levy, to General DeGaul  So Baby pop the Crystille, and shine the jewels  Give your cadillac a tool, with 20 inch L's  Rolex with diamond bezzels with 20 G cells  My floor shinin' from marble from across the canal  In my position we make nothin but G's  Your jewelery say you belong to CMB  Don't hit us cause we beautiful niggaz please  You think I'm stuntin' know just wait 'til I come back with them ki's  Niggaz fear this, they hate but they don't come near this  I don' wrote a song bout these bitches you wanna hear this  They say, "Juvenile you muthafucka you off the heezy"  I got these hoes pussy poppin' tell lil keezy and breezy  Can't you see me in that bubble-eye, How You Luv That  Can't you see me in that BMW-ah, How You Luv That    [Chorus: Lil Wayne (2x)]    Wha, How You Luv That  Wha, How You Luv That  Wha, How You Luv That  Wha, How You Luv That  Wha, How You Luv That  Nigga, How You Luv That  Wha wha, Brrr, How You Luv That  Ha ha, Big Tymers  Diamonds that'll [Bling] blind ya  Ha ha, Big Tymers  Better act like ya know