Vol. 2-how You Love That

i'm tha one that keeps on callin
Ballin ballin for me
No time for big ones
Ballin shot callin
Callin callin for me

(lil' wayne)
Wuz up
This the life nigga
Check

Verse 1:
I got ten round my neck
Twenty on my wrist
Million dollar luck ah
Million dollar kiss
Pull up in my lexus
Sippin on don p
Call me lil' baby but you ain't know it was cmb
I floss everyday wootay
Knowin' to shine like a crushed wined face rolie
What the deal on the real it's all about scrill
Pretty grills, pretty broads, and plenty mills ah
Ridin to myself up in my baby benz
Playin' tens, goin shoppin with my lady friends
Flyin' to nashville, me and bob splittin eighty
Then i chill on washatona with slim and baby
See the $ on my back symbolize my click
See the $ around my neck symbolize we rich
Always wonderful, but baby gotta see it to beleive it
All this ice and rich heights man it's off the heezy
Fifteen and i'm workin' wit a hundred and better
And you can put that on my diamond gucci bezzel
What

(chorus)2x
I got ten around my neck (mm mm)
And biggets on my writst (*bling*)
See we ball till we fall (la la)
Livin' a millionaires dream (wootay)

Verse:2
Sice i done hit me a lick
I done got some shit
That most niggas out chere can't fuck wit
Sixty- five on rims to get they mind right
Then took the cahmoney piece and put twenty all night
Now i'ma ball till i fall if it kills a bitch
Check the crown of the rolie from the flick to the wrist
Six figures ain't enough for this game that i'm in
If i can make a-hundred g's then i can make a million
Rice and baby in a loader fuckin around with them hoes
Me and slim was parlaing makin deals in the rose
Wayne and manny in a hummer spit 'n' game to a bitch
B.g. and juvi in a benz bumpin hot boys this
Big tymers oh it's nothing nice i ain't sellin for shit
If it's a bentley that i want
It's a bentley i get
Drop-top, cd changer ?? quick with the phone
Cashmoney bigtymers and we ride on crome
Playa haters want to picture me fallin'
If you could picture pac rollin
Then you can picture me ballin
Living good, lookin' good
Playin cards with the ???
Cmr hot boys big tymers for life, nigga
Yeah we drinkin diamonds and gold
For the nine scrilla, biatch (echo)

(chorus)2x

Verse 3:
Nigga i got million stashed
So i can buy these buildings
And duck these killings
And tipping these niggas
Tryina have billions
I just wanna raise my two childeren
Going to these white folks and demanding millions
Havin 'em saying cashmony worth figures
And tippin 'em just like suge knight did 'em
And i done did my dirt in the process tryna' make millions
See i done did alot of shit in my lifetime
Like, makin' money, committing these stupid crimes
But i still got my ghetto stripes
When i'm pimp in the game
Cuz, i love to hustle all through the night
Cuz, when i hit my block it's like the pope done stopped
I have them lil' childeren sayin
"baby please don't stop"
Worth six figures and i'm rich and these hoes and right
Hustlin all night so lil bryan can eat right
I'm going holla at my people in melph to make sure shit right
??? so i'ma cruise to the next life
Me and bryan got to bitches we goin fuck tonight
If they don't give up the pussy hotel they get left tonight
That's how it be worth some g's
Man you can play them hoes like they ain't worth shit
You dig

(baby talking)

(chorus)

Verse 4:
Young niggas wearin' ?? gators
All my life eatin' steak and potatoes
Valet please get the bauge mercedes
It's beautiful
La la
Don't hate us
Back up for the most spectacular
Cake satckular
Performance like akura
Got these stayin like dracula
Voom
How you like that diamond bezzel
Blindin' everything up in this bitch when i hit the shinin pedal
It's marvelous, the life i live
Smile pretty child got plenty krystelle to give
Rolex's for everyday of the week
Blowin gars in all kinds of cars will my brother keith
Steaks and feddi- chinnie lil' girls in bikinis
Maybe baby might let me use his bauge lamborghini
Givin all these project hoes the winnie
On radios and videos y'all hoes seen me
Life styles of the rich and richer
Look on any bad bitch wall you goin see my picture
Wildlife on my feet everyday of the week
Now how that shit hit you
Look here baby i'ma get wit you

Started with....

[chorus]
Cutlass, monte carlo's, & regals, man
To surburbans, expeditions, with the t.v.'s playin'
Cutlass, monte carlo's, & regals, man
To surburbans, expeditions, with the t.v.'s playin'

[manny fresh]
In 1988, when my grandfather passed
He left me a monte carlo and a large amount of cash
It was, bubble gum blue with the leather plush seats
And i just can't thank you enough for all the stuff that you done, g
See my grandmother told me take care of the ride
And always do your best to keep it clean inside
So i just past the go and get the candy paint
Leather white, outta sight, that made the girls faint
See my partner, eric, he got stereos
And my partner, steve got true and bolds
And my dog, black got european fronts
And this nigga named duke hook up all the humps
I had a illegal regal and it was so tight
And if ya touch it then a whole civil war was gon' rise
So i just count my blessings and i thank the lord
For ghetto cars and these broads when times was so hard
My grandfather lookin' and i'm ridin' straight
Man, i got the suburban swervin' with the 4 t.v.'s playin'

[chorus]

[lil' wayne]
Hail baby, cardion and the kompressor
20 inch cyl-inders on the lexus
Hummer got sound that'll blow your eardrums
Lotus with 4 pipes <humph> nigga, listen
I ride q5 on factory
It don't matter, your ol' lady still after me
My name gon' rang all over, dawg
Cause i got 6 ties on the range rover, dawg
Buy a nickel, baby, wha? live on chrome
Buy a nickel, baby, he get his shine on
But, hold up, when i pass in the stretch
They <huffs 3x> gotta catch they breath
Fresh law, girl, weed hotter than a kitchen
In a big bourbon, vcr's, television
El camino's, twistin' on bees
'87 regals, impala's, cherokee's
Expeditions, benzes, navigator, humvee's
What dawg? cut dawg, on 17's
Woood grain, 15 double o
Me and rabid on momos, lord, bless his soul
Now we ridin' up the block, the caravan
Expeditions and surburbans with the t.v.'s playin'

[chorus]

[baby]
Fuckin' right, i used to play in mct's
Nowadays, playboys ridin' benzes
Back in '87, maniac mixed tapes
Soniac park, everyday, super sunday
My homeboy fresh, done changed the rims
He gotta satellite on top to talk to out of state friends
'88 was my year, 14 with 12 g's
Monte carlo's ridin' on 18's
It's '98 and i done flipped the script
Thangs that changed, baby gotta lotta shit

[juvenile]
I ain't gotta lie, nigga like me was ridin' the bus
I been to the guy with cmr-ah
A nigga was catchin' the cut
Them bitches, they won't holla
Them niggas, they mo' holla
Got all the empower from people i get showered
The woman on the porch sayin', ain't that go wayne, boy?
That boy be on t.v. too, ain't that the same boy?"
Yeah

[chorus]

[manny fresh]
I told ya fuckin' ass i be back
In a brand new fleetwood cadillac
License plate say money makin' nigga fa sho
Chillin' by ya boy house kissin' on these hoes
See these broads want stars
Big dicks down in the drows
Seven days a week seven brand new cars
Yeah i done it parkin' gs 300
Check us and front it the navigator
Garage with the elevator
You not a hata
Then press second floor
So you can see the muthfuckin' big tymers car show
Now on the left side we got the brand new benz
And on the right side bitches shakin' ass for ends
And in the middle niggas throwin' 20s and 10s
And up top niggas drinkin' juices with gin juices with gin juices with gin

[baby]
News cars
Pretty broads
Neighborhood superstars
Going far
Goin' to the super bowl
In the hole
And i owe my nigga for frontin' me two kilos
Yellow ice
With new heights
Hoes got my name right
Fame got my muthafuckin' game tight
Dirt digga
Hoe go-getta
Nigga outta line
Playboy i got ten on ya feet
Car shinna
Rim blinda
20 inch rida
Nigga and you can ride right beside me
Titty watcha
Hoe stoppa
Vcr tape poppa
Neighborhood naked flick watcha
Border line hen (hennesey) poppa
Byran is my heart and pearl is my number one chick
And ca$h money records gone run this nationwide shit
And playa you can believe that shit

Chorus: repeat 4x

Whoa whoa whoa kemosabe
Big big big ballin' is my hobby

[manny fresh]
I see you jockin' baby cuz he got a mercedes
And ya know about his ladies
And all his babies

[baby]
I know what they like
Them brand new bikes
So we can ride around town like tina and ike
I'ma shine till i die nigga
We worldwide everybody know ca$h money ride or die nigga

[manny fresh]
Twenty inch wheels is what i roll
And when i pass yo bitch all outta control

[baby]
Buyin' lexus land cruisers
The 4-7 the big pipe user
Hoe abuser

[manny fresh]
Its the project sticker man
Full of liquor man
Ridin' with cha bitch with the tymers playin'

[baby]
Ballin everyday popin' dom p bottles
Ball til ya fall is the ca$h money motto
Flashy cars
Pretty broads
The word uptown we bought these cars
For girls i bought
Pretty jewels
With new shoes
With tatoos
A ca$h money motto do what you gotta do

[manny fresh]
Fight who you gotta fight
Shoot who you gotta shoot
Boot who you gotta boot
Do what you gotta do

Chorus

[manny fresh]
Ten years ago a friend of mine
Brought me to uptown second line
Met meatball, nair, anglin mets
Want you do a d.j. in the jets
Bought two trigger mans and brown beat
Now you can pop that pussy in the middle of the street
Best believe next week i'ma be downtown
Point court st. bernard bitch throwin' down
Then i'm mosy on down cross the kanel
Put up the mic cuz i got a fuckin' story ta tell
Teresa

Baby: yous a ca$h money bitch say what you still a ca$h money bitch
Manny: i say lil lisa
Baby: you still a ca$h money bitch say what you still a ca$h money bitch
Manny: my nigga baby ya wit me
Baby: fa sho
Manny: now bring it to the mcmelph caliope

[baby]
Niggas livin for the sunday
On the lake bakin cake watchin niggaz ridin round with they honey
(drinkin daquiri) hoes packin, white folks actin
Givin tickets nigga for the jackin
Niggaz feudin, game losin
Lil' told me ta watch these hoes tryin to abuse me
Joe casey, goin crazy
My homeboy told me to watch these motherfuckin feds
Chilly chilly actin silly, but cha name killa
Told me he gon' kill him a nigga
Suga slim, all in, game tight
And we just about to start this all night flight

[b.g.]
Me the b.g. and baby my fuckin runner
Two livin legends, paper chasers from uptown
About money and bitches, puttin haters in ditches
We roll in trucks like hummers and expiditions
Our relationship like moses and jesus
Ask one of our hoes, ain't no coming between us
Two black young heathens, that's how they treat us
Steaks and fettucini is what they feed us
Nigga ridin shinin, me and my nigga be sippin the finest winw
Spendin g's, making hitz back and forth, we flyin
Tryin to make a mil y'all
Cuz we roll with the motto, "ball til we fall"
Fuck wit b you bringin b.g. all the way out there
Fuck wit me you bringin baby all the way out there
Since '92, '93 our love been there
We never stand to a pussy, cash money, nigga stare
I'm a big tymer, that's a fact
Suga slim just signed a, me and him a contract
? capone thugin quick they bust yo head, watch that tone
In that mansion is where we lay our head at
We play high, go floss, roxin and drive drop tops
Way i bust it like suge and 'pac

[chorus]{ baby }
Like suge and pac
Like puff and b.i.g
Baby and b.g. tryin to clock six figs
Like face and jay
Like russ and run
Baby and b.g. tryin to clock a million

[b.g.]
Like jay and face
Like russ and run
Baby and b.g. comin thru like a sound right from machine gunz
Worth more money than these niggaz could wonder
You better think quick nigga we hit blocks like thunder
Comin thru a dark tunnel of black on black hummers
It ain't no secret we showed our ass last summer
We both got 3 or 4 bitches we bang at first
And we see play boy to hide our riches
Me and this young nigga we title the snitches
He the muthafuckin rapper and i'm the game stealer
And if you you fuck wit him
I'll clear my bank account on one of you bitches
And i'll put that on my ma and my pa and they both restin in peace
It ain't nuttin in this industry gon fuck
Wit baby and b.g. wit manny fresh's beats
Wit suga slim's brains behind all this heat and my hot boyz strapped riding
Right beside me, nigga i'll bet a million dolars to yo life there
I'll bet my rolex wit my bezzle nigga to yo cable bill
It ain't nuttin in this industry could fuck wit cash money
Cause we keep it real
Nigga believe that

[baby]
Now what
[chorus]{ baby }
Like suge and pac
Like puff and b.i.g
Baby and b.g. tryin to clock six figs
Like face and jay
Like russ and run
Baby and b.g. tryin to clock a million

[b.g.]
I got love for my nigga baby
He heard i rap came on va and seen me
Now we ballin, livin swell it's gravy
Cause i'm gettin my shine on don't you hate me?
B.g. and baby, livin good for,
We just determined to hustle and get out the hood dog
Fuck wit me and my boy, i wish you would dog
We ridin dirty and i'll put that on the hood dog

[manny fresh]
Now what make these hoes thank that i ain't rich
What make these niggaz think that diamonds on my rolex ain't the shit
My brotha prmie taught me how to wear 2 rolexes at one time
Nigga i'm gon shine till i die
Me and this nigga been togetha since he was 12
I knew this young nigga would end up swell
I lose my mind and kept him writin rhymes
Cause i knew he's be major at one time
Now i done rolled in the flyest cars
It aint no secret that baby, b.g. and me are superstars

[chorus]{ baby }x 2
Like suge and pac
Like puff and b.i.g
Baby and b.g. tryin to clock six figs
Like face and jay
Like russ and run
Nigga baby and b.g. tryin to clock a million

Manny talkin till music ends

Chorus: manny fresh (2x)
If you could be me for an hour
Have money and power
Stand tall and ball and send your records to tower
You would love that (hot, hot)
You would love that (hot, hot)

Baby:
Nugga ge yo shit together
Tell the homeboys, we gone shine in the rainy weather
Strap up we gon' ride tonight
Cause all i wan' do is play with hoes tonight
And my rollies with my bezzel speak through the ice
Let my jag drop top speak through the gold head lights
Man, i'm on an all night flight
Worth about a millie on a silly night
On the really,i'm worth about a hundred millie on a rainy night
Playboy and my game be tight
I wanna holla at my little brother l, he restin' in peace
My daddy johnny, playa he restin' in peace
Or my momma gladys or my sister noreese
Man half of my family already deceased
But this baller life don't mean nothin' to me
Playa if i can't share it with my muthafuckin' family
I'ma roll with my heat and ride with my h.b.'s
And make all my hoes say the love me
Fitted hats, stayin' strap, ree's on my feet
Ask 'lac playboy if you don't believe me
You better stay straped rollin' in the upt
Besides all these cars and all these broads
Holla at me playa thangs for 10 a ki
Playboy you could believe me

Chorus: manny fresh (2x)

Manny fresh:
It was one summer night in the middle of june
Me and belle blowin' blunts up under the moon
When this nigga croos the street start talkin' shit
Tellin' all his jive niggas that my music don't hit
See i payed it no matter
Every album gets hotter, than the last one partner
What's ya real reason nigga, for hatin' me man
Cause the bitch that ya wit', was datin' me man
You bout hoe shit
Keep it on the down low shit
Hoe broke and lonely don't know shit
Usually captain kirk a bitch
I'll rough a bitch
'til she say, "i had enough shit"
I know ya bumpin' cash money, ya like manny tracks
Got ya sony cd pumped up to the max
You should be on jerry springer, 'cause nigga you the king of
Hatin' on niggaz that's keepin' it real
Big tymers had money before the record deal
Uh, if fuckin' music don't work nigga then i still got the wheels
Hmm, how you diggin' that
How you diggin' that
How you diggin' that

Chorus: manny fresh (4x)

Baby:
I owe my dedication to my homeboy manny
Cause i'd probably still be in a penitentiery
Or still sellin' yey on these dark city streets
Or duckin' these haters tryin' to visit me
Or the feds, want me to face 4 to 40 for conspiracy
Playboy this life is real to me
I'm rollin' uptown wit' automatic artillery
All i can say s fresh kept it real wit' me
But i know my lil b.g. could feel me
That's why i'm hollin' chopper city in my song nigga
And you wearin' earings with bezzels 'cause i bought 'em nigga
But you the reason why i keep it real with niggaz
Juvenile came and formed this hot boy clique
And lil weezy i know you planted the seed
And when it come i know you gon' name it after me
I owe it all to the lord and to suga slim for savin' me
>from these guns, round the white
And puttin' that ron on another nigga son
And tellin' me that i can be all gravy
And tellin' me that i could save this nigga baby
And if you don't believe me playa i put it on that 99 big body benz
And the lord and my friends cause cash money out to win
Playboy you could believe that
How you luv that boy
Hah nigga, how you luv that playa
Tell me nigga, how you luv that playa
Hah nigga, how you luv that playa
It's all gravy baby
Nigga been havin' shit nigga
Ridin' flossin' before we did all this shit nigga
Million dollar homes nigga
Everybody in my clique ride on chrome nigga
I don't make nah nigga wait for shit
Once we want it we gon' get that shit
Playboy you could believe that

Top of the line nigga....check it!

[verse 1]
Excuse me
Let me introduce me
Look, look, uptown top of the line hb
See, i'm a million dollar nigga
Rolex on my wrist crush
Ain't too many could touch, baby
I'm too much
I'm 15 with 15 carats and 15 figures
And 15 niggas with 15 hummers with triggers
I'm way at the top
Of the million dollar spot
When i flex what i got
Make niggas sick like a drop
Every show i get,
You could give me a quarter ki
Tryin' to wholesale
But it cost six five to see me
While we be doin' shows,
Baby transportin' ki's
Findin' out all ways to beat the n.o.p.d.
But ugh ugh, can't stop me from shinin'
No, ugh ugh, can't stop my roley from windin'
Yeah, i (sniff) i,i, know niggas mind,
Me and prime up in the 5
Dawg, it's top of the line

(chorus)
Say, woday,
Look, look, for you to have diamonds like me
Woday
Ya'll need to see the leather in the humm-v
Woday
Us niggas six figures
Oh, woday
Top of the line nigga
Say, woday
For you to have diamonds like me
Woday
Check the rack and piney in the humm-v
Oh, woday
See, we playin' with six figures
Oh, woday
How u luv that?
Top of the line nigga

[verse 2]
Nigga, i just ordered me somethin' new,
From sixth generation technology,
That's only made for movies
Comin' from tennessee
And i'm in louisville on 23rd street
Hangin' with this hot boy, chillin'
Tryin' to find a way to drop a hundred ki's on these niggas
And i'm peepin' this shit
They be shinin' like me nigga
Ridin' on 20's,
They be playin these hoes,
These niggas in louisville got a mouth-full of golds
But see, playboy, i be bout that shinin'
These niggas bout that repin' while i be bout big tymin', nigga
I'm so tru to do whatever i do,
I just bought new cars for the whole crew
I'm so top of the line, nigga, i don't know what to do
I bought fresh a lamboughini and me a lotus, fool

I got the jacuzzi, nigga, in the back of the truck,
Runnin' water for ya daughter when she wanna get buck
Cable, satellite dish, sony remote
Benson sold me the truck
Copa sold me the boat
I got some shit on my finger that'll blind a crowd,
I got some shit in my trunk that's way too loud
I'm the most looked at in the year '98
Ya'll got to love me baby
Don't i look great?
God gave me a gift, so i'm gon' share it ya'll
Like michael jordan, ya'll gon' see me ball

1 million, 2 million, 3.
Oh! it's my part?
Lil' niggaa with the cold heart
Lexus automatic start
I shine like 18's
And sparkle like a bezel,
Ridin' up ya block in a fully loaded legend
Nigga, navigator on broaders
But that's for tomorrow, though
Shaggin' the 400 with mag, julius, and mario
Yeah, slut, that's me
In the gs3
So play the back seat
Suck on me
Watch ya teeth
And, uh, wipe ya feet before ya step on the mar-ble
Ding-dong, rock ya bell
Work ya mell
So what the hell?
What?
Like my smile?
3 million dollar grin
What?
This me
Hey, introduce me to ya friend
It's all gravy baby
Hot boy
You should know
In a mercedes baby
Uhuh, that's beautiful
Look, i'm large girl
Be flyin' up and down the lake on cdr's girl
In my garage up at my place
I got more cars girl
I swear
Me and my presence
We superstars bro
Look, look, it's marvelous
Ya see i (bloop)
Bust like a bottle of moet
Go cash about 4 checks
Go write till i get moet
I sticks to the code
Reeboks and girbaud
It's all about a mil, these hoes, diamonds, and gold

(chorus)
Say, woday
Ya'll niggas need to have diamonds like me
Woday
Check the woodgrain in the humm-v
Oh, woday
See, us niggas playin' with six figures
Say, woday
Top of the line type niggas
Oh, woday
Ya'll don't have no diamonds like me
Oh, woday
I don't think you drive a humm-v
Say, woday
I'm playin with six figures
Say, woday
Runnin' with top of the line type niggas

Hey, playboy it's like this. say, go get the shovel, man.
Let's go dump all this ice. it's wonderful baby. for real.
Truly marvelous. ya'll tryin to wear me like jeans,
But ya'll need to wear ya'll own, man. c'mon, for 50 man.