or
Juvenile

[BG]

Man what's up Playboy

I know you love these Diamonds

Nigga how you love that all that

stunten and fronten it's all about them diamonds

Big Tymer 1:

Nigga it's a pretty day and it's flossin season

Added six ties to my new machinery

Double are at the bar like it's no tomorrow

Pretty broads and we fuckin these Superstars

Chrome Rims nigga ridding new Benz

TV's Caddllic with the new fends

We bang niggas taking trips to the Banks

Hitting malls spending 20 g's like stars

Rolex Playstations in the Hummer

Just to show these stupid Hoes we worth something

My stunting name is Eviel Kneviel

Keep it real let me pop a willey

Hoes love stunten cause I got love

Gold slugs Stunten cause we got love

Motorbike Bun rims cause we living right

Game tight take a tramp make her out a champ

Overnight got the Yallo if your money right

Solid TV's PlayStation with the BG's

It's all gravy playboy cause it's flossin season

Million dollars ain't nothing to me nigga

But a million Hoes is game to me playboy

Chorus: 2 x's

NA Na Na Flossers let me see you rolling yo rims

Ballers helicopter, Bikes, and Burbans

It's on us see we all millionaires

Let'em know it's flossin season

BG:

I got to get my shine on

Do it every time seventeens on up

That's all I ride cause in 98

I been having them Hoes throwing up

They don't know if I'm in a Helicopter or a Truck

I Fuck they head up cause I floss so much

Police had me up cause a nigga so young Hum Bro

But you know me nigga, that ain't goin stop BG nigga

Cause the next day you will see nigga

Me and somethin else with a TV nigga

But fuck it I'ma floss like that I got scrilla

Come try to take it you fucking with a foreala

I got to watch and see form a block away

I got a chain you see that'll shock the day

My click treal with what we say I don't stomp wit it

Off top Big Tymers gonna come with it

We laying it down this month cause we got a reason

Fo sho we going to rip shit up cause it's flossin season

Chorus: 2 x's

Juvenile:

This is the season for the flosser nigga

Ride top notch shit fuck what it cost you nigga

Ain't got no TV's or CD's in it then I gonna ride in it

If it ain't no oversea type shit I ain't goin drive it

This ain't the summer to swing the top off

This is the season niggas come out on them 20's and ball

It ain't no secret I'ma stunter like Eivel Kneviel

Jumping out Lex's and Hummer's showing off for my people

When I up in VIP they say that's a nice car

Bitches all in my face I can't even make it to the Bar

Me, Bro, and Mann stop never that man

I got some shit up in my ear you can see from a airplane

I don't think Super D can pull a stunt like me

Got Kart's on both of my pinkey's, ten thousand apiece

Today I might lay low with Kent I built my house in the East

Fuck that I going to play burban it's a thousand a suite

Big Tymer 2:

Who had a first Burban with a living room set

Who the only nigga you know that drive a Burgundy Jet

How many city's you knew named after me

It's going to be a bunch of them muthafuckas when I finish G

Now baby I know you missed us,

Big daddy light up a room like Christmas

Shine like a light bulb rich thug

Let that little girl come over here and give a millionaire a hug

Magyver ain't liver than a Big Tymer

Big Dick a million dollars and a Pathfinder

Mr. Betty Crocker cake maker casino breaker

Tell Shaq I got a half a mill riding on the Lakers

Pack my bitches up and move to the hills

Thirty days a month thirty Automobiles

The Lexus and Benz come out in the year two thousand

I got one of them bitches parked around corner round housing

The bike I got come out in the year two thousand ten

eleven fifty zoop with the batman fin

The ring I got Liberace want it

He couln't afford that bitch but I can afford to flaunt it

Chorus till song ends

Written by DORSEY, CHRISTOPHER / DORSEY, CHRISTOPHER / WRITER UNKNOWN, N
Published by Ultra Tunes

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