Shine lyrics

[Intro: Lil' Wayne]

What, wha, wha, wha, wha

What, wha, wha, wha, wha

Cash Money Millionaires

Bout to take it there

[Verse 1: Juvenile]

Yellow Viper, yellow Hummer, Yellow Benz

Yellow PT Cruiser, yellow 'Lac on rims

Drop yellow 'Vette and a platinum Rolls Royce

That's seven different cars, everyday I got a choice

On my way to pick up Joyce, she be making me moist

Giving me head while she humming, she can play with her voice

And she got nice thighs, a big plump ass

She could ride a dick too, make me cum fast

I like them modeling bitches, I love them swallowing bitches

Where them hoes headed at? I'm 'bout to follow them bitches (let's go)

I know you with your folks, but that nigga is broke

You might as well open your legs up and let a nigga poke

I'm a show you what it is not to be a window shopper

Mama you can have Fendi, mama you can have Prada

All you gotta do is break a nigga off proper

You could be with your man, I ain't tryna stop ya

[Chorus: Mannie Fresh]

(Shine) - From my head down to my shoes

(Shine) - Skritin' on twenty-two's

(Shine) - Check my baby mamma

(Shine) - Whip Rovers, not Hondas

(Shine) - I'mma spend it 'til it's gone

(Shine) - Don't know when I'm coming home

(Shine) - Pop X and drank Cris'

(Shine) - My life is the shit

[Verse 2: Lil' Wayne]

Baby named me, Fire Wayne, Ice and Change

You can catch me in an aqua range, squatting things

With them twenty-two inch chopper blades

Diamond face, diamond brace

More colors than the game Simon Says

Go, 'hind me

And mami on forty-fifth she told me "I'm a lez"

And she ain't like too much of dick

But give the bombest head, and so I took it anyway

But bitch I got a Phantom, don't need your pussy anyway

OK, let's talk about this ice that I'm carryin'

All these karats like I'm a fucking vegetarian

Niggas play, I bury them, y'all already knowin'

I threw up my arm and bitches thought it started snowin'

See I'm a keep it going, Big Tymin, you heard's me?

Dog I got cake like everyday my birthday

Wait, I don't think they heard me

I say dog I got cake like everyday my birthday

[Chorus: Mannie Fresh]

(Shine) - From my head down to my shoes

(Shine) - Skritin' on twenty-two's

(Shine) - Check my baby mamma

(Shine) - Whip Rovers, not Hondas

(Shine) - I'mma spend it 'til it's gone

(Shine) - Don't know when I'm coming home

(Shine) - Pop X and drank Cris'

(Shine) - My life is the shit

[Verse 3: B.G.]

I'mma Hot Boy, that's name brand and top of the line

Ride fly daily, all year 'round I shine

Ain't a nigga and they mama gonna stop me dog

Come through on dub-deuces, they jock me dog

Glock cocked for haters tryna block me dog

Catch 'em solo, they geezy, don't shock me dog

Well get the fuck, slide on out the way

And let B.G. ease down the shinin' linen

Let the diamonds and the jewelry light shit up

Each piece of jewelry I own, I ice it up

You don't wanna put your vehicle next to us

Cause all of our vehicles, we dress 'em up

With television, Dreamcast, DVDs

Nice sounds, buttons, it's twenties

I'm a Cash Money Hot, Big Tymer nigga

That'll hold a pinky finger up and blind ya nigga

(Ewww!)

[Chorus: Mannie Fresh]

(Shine) - From my head down to my shoes

(Shine) - Skritin' on twenty-two's

(Shine) - Check my baby mamma

(Shine) - Whip Rovers, not Hondas

(Shine) - I'mma spend it 'til it's gone

(Shine) - Don't know when I'm coming home

(Shine) - Pop X and drank Cris'

(Shine) - My life is the shit

[Verse 4: Turk]

I'm a stunt 'til I die, so you better respect it

Cause whoever try testin' is gonna be resting

I'm a young millionaire, Hot Boy, Lil' Turk

Bling blinging everyday, plus I got work (bling)

Nigga like me stay in the cut twenty-four/seven

Steady stacking my ends on dubs, twenty-four/seven

Every car you wish you had, we got it, we got it

Bentleys, Hummers and Jags, big bodies, big bodies

Love to floss, no secret stunners

Niggas steady baller block, can't take nothing from us

Young nigga, living a life surrounded by ice

Hoes be like, "Damn, them boys, they're nothing nice"

They on fire, that must be them Hot Boys

You motherfucking right, you think this not girl?

Better think twice, get it right dog

Know you recognize, we got it on lock fall

[Chorus: Mannie Fresh]

(Shine) - From my head down to my shoes

(Shine) - Skritin' on twenty-two's

(Shine) - Check my baby mamma

(Shine) - Whip Rovers, not Hondas

(Shine) - I'mma spend it 'til it's gone

(Shine) - Don't know when I'm coming home

(Shine) - Pop X and drank Cris'

(Shine) - My life is the shit

(Shine) - From my head down to my shoes

(Shine) - Skritin' on twenty-two's

(Shine) - Check my baby mamma

(Shine) - Whip Rovers, not Hondas

(Shine) - I'mma spend it 'til it's gone

(Shine) - Don't know when I'm coming home

(Shine) - Pop X and drank Cris'

(Shine) - My life is the shit

[Outro: Mannie Fresh]

Uhh, uhh, uhh

Huh uh (oh shit)

2001 - my life is the shit, know why?

(Lemme see that)

(Im gon' shiiiiii-neee)

I'm representing, I'mma spit it (bling)

As long as they make that shit - I'mma break that shit

Ya heard me? It's like that; believe that

This year; fuck it - I said it before and I meant it

I'm buying me a city

New Mannie, Louisiana - ya bitch yooou!