[Verse 1: Lil` Flip]
-Uh, Lil` Flip
I`m hoppin` out in a fendi suit
I got DVD`s in my bentley coupe
I got hoes that`s 22
they buy me clothes and tennis shoes
I`m so throwed when it come to hoes
before I get they phone number they come outta they clothes
I might take `em to Papa Deaux`s
but only if she a proper hoe
I gotta lac (what kind), a cadillac escalade
I`m wearin` jordans (which ones), very first ones made
I gotta watch (what kind), iced out cartier
I gotta rolley but that`s somethin` that I hardly wear
I`m Lil` Flip, the coldest freestyle ever
Since day one I was programmed to get this cheddar
[Chorus]
Who you drive? Platinum cars
Who you pull? Platinum stars
Who you write? Platinum bars
Platinum teeth, inside yo jaws
Diamond gon` rock my platinum wrist
Platinum toilet to take a ish
Gold is gold, and platinum is happenin`
so whodi watch this
[Chamillionaire]
-Yeah, ay, it`s Koopa
Gotta green back, stack in my palm
I come in Yukon black with alarm
Ice on the arm and a platinum charm
And you prolly had a thought about jackin` it nah
Of course you didn`t nigga the force is hittin`
behind the throwback I show that the boys is trippin`
? sky hit a force and lift him
Top on the drop yeah of course it`s missin`
Don`t want her man to know
that I`ma hit when I`m finished I`ma hand the hoe
Back to her man before, he even have to know
A weddin` ring ain`t somethin` I`ma hand the hoe
Do money grow on trees? nigga the answers no
I treat g`s like seeds get a grand to grow
Car lookin` like a zoo in a candy store
Alligator on the floor with a candy door
Can`t stand me no, cuz I`m havin` dough
I keep a tune on me just like a mechanic flow
You ain`t gettin` paper what you up in the game fa`?
Gettin` paper now couldn`t be a complainer
Trunk lift up at a acute angle
Isoceles triangle pokin` outta my swangers
Chain cost me 10 g`s
Independent no label could pimp me
So it really ain`t a thing you could get free
Unless you tryna get them chains off of Pimp C
We, jammin UGK you see the jewlrey ay!
Cover ya eyes it`ll blind like a U.T. Ray
Stay throwed in the game, holdin` the grain (yeah)
Ice and the white gold in my chain
Raisin` the trunk and showin` my bang
Hoes on the swangs while the doors color change
Nah I won`t let the change go to my brain
Respect better be somethin` you hope in the game
You gon` mess around and get choked with ya chain
Flip, Bun and Chamillion in control in the game
[Chorus]
[Bun B]
-U (Under), G (Ground), K (Kings)
Bitch I`m the King of the underground
and the pope of Port Arthur
Keep that fire heat on ya street
and a meat in your daughter
Got no love for a hater, got no hate for a lover
Just distrubute my pollution, keepin` weight undercover
My brother, now we back up on the block again
I got them rocks again, and the blocks again
until` the cops come in
but see the better bring the SWAT my friend
Because I promise that we not runnin`
Nigga we gon` be here all day
posted in this hallway
Keep them cluckers comin` in cuz we serve `em all yay
Them nickles and dimes and quarters
That pop of the rock you a boughta
But ? we oughta, nigga we turnin` ya projects into the Carter
Got automatic starters, for they automatics choppers
And the Texas boy a automatic to break you off somethin` proper
I knock off a bopper, break down a bird and bust me a flow
I`m down with the Pimp and the Prince
from now forever you don`t like it you must be a hoe so
[Chorus]
