platinum stars

Lyrics

, -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, a cadillac escalade, i'm wearin' jordans, very first ones made, i gotta watch, 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, 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, -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, 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, -u, g, k, 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,