(feat. Bun-B Chamillionaire & Lil Matt (Lil Kingz))

[Verse 1: Lil Flip]
-Uh Lil Flip
Im hoppin out in a fendi suit
I got DVDs in my bentley coupe
I got hoes thats 22
they buy me clothes and tennis shoes
Im so throwed when it come to hoes
before I get they phone number they come outta they clothes
I might take em to Papa Deauxs
but only if she a proper hoe
I gotta lac (what kind) a cadillac escalade
Im wearin jordans (which ones) very first ones made
I gotta watch (what kind) iced out cartier
I gotta rolley but thats somethin that I hardly wear
Im Lil Flip the coldest freestyle ever
Since day one I was programmed to get this cheddar

[Chorus: Lil Matt]
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 its 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 didnt 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 its missin
Dont want her man to know
that Ima hit when Im finished Ima hand the hoe
Back to her man before he even have to know
A weddin ring aint somethin Ima hand the hoe
Do money grow on trees? nigga the answers no
I treat gs like seeds get a grand to grow
Car lookin like a zoo in a candy store
Alligator on the floor with a candy door
Cant stand me no cuz Im havin dough
I keep a tune on me just like a mechanic flow
You aint gettin paper what you up in the game fa?
Gettin paper now couldnt be a complainer
Trunk lift up at a acute angle
Isoceles triangle pokin outta my swangers
Chain cost me 10 gs
Independent no label could pimp me
So it really aint 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 itll 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 wont 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: Lil Matt]

[Bun B:]
-U (Under) G (Ground) K (Kings)
Bitch Im 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
Im down with the Pimp and the Prince
from now forever you dont like it you must be a hoe so

[Chorus: Lil Matt]