B.G., Big Tymers - Get Your Shine On lyrics

Oh it's on now, we ridin' on chrome now
Get'cha shine on Baby
This how we do it, it's all gravy
We layin' it down
That's how Ca$h Money Hot Boy$ play it
That's how Uptown Hot Boy$ play it
We gone lay it down

Washington and Freret on Sunday, they buck
Jumpin niggas on seventeen stuntin'
The second line's comin'
The Hot Girls out, the Hot Boy$ out
We in top of the line cars, Uptown boys out
For sixteen, I'm ridin' flyer than ya Daddy
I play a different car everyday
Ya Daddy in the caddy
The fuckin' feds snatched me
Picture they thought they had me
The BG shinin' so hard them
Dicksuckers tryin' to harass me
But they let me go
Cause we way ahead and smarter
Keys come from overseas in
A submarine under water
Still 'gon ride the Legend Monday
Ride the Lex Tuesday ride the Benz Wednesday
Under the seat is the uzi
Ride the Camaro Thursday, Nine
Two nine Friday, saturday
50 shots set it off for
Niggas tryin to carjack me
Sunday I lay on Washington uh with
A fifth sippin' wine Holmes
All week I gotta get my shine on

Get your shine on, get your shine on
All day long, I'ma get mine on
Get your shine on, get your shine on
All day long Baby get his shine on
Get your shine on, get your shine on
Seven days a week, I'ma get mine on
Get your shine on, get your shine on
You niggas need to know
The World is mine Holmes

Now all these cars, and all these broads
Nigga, I'm bout to get my shine on
Now I'm in Club Whispers wit a $10
000 bar tab hoes think I'm jokin'
Stupid hoes wanna laugh
I'm bout to lay my stunt down
Before I leave this bitch
And one of you other niggas
Hoes gone suck my dick
Now every car I ride in
Got chrome on it homie
Got a mouth full of gold, to show Uptown soul
Plug hoes And make more money independent
Than a major nigga done went gold
I got a million dollar rang wit
A 2 million dollar mouthpiece
And quick to lay a bitch
On these satin silk sheets
Now nigga, Rufus Playin in the Lexus
Gangsta got a Q-5
If anyone of you broads know Baby
Know I like to ride fly
BG got a nine two nine
Mannie Fresh got a Camero and
A seven thirty-five Now me Baby
Big body Benz Expedition
My black cat and my Lexus my friend
Now I could change a car for
Everyday of the week And have a
Matching bitch in the passenger seat
Seven hundred Gs stashed away for my son
So when he grow up he can have a lil fun
I'm still sellin keys, stackin Gs on the DL
I stashed a million under the
Barber shop on VL
Nigga I ain't no rapper, I'm a game spitter
Ten Gs a show On behalf of
Penalty, Ca$h Money, Tommy Boy
Warner Brothers nigga

Can you fuck more bitches
Than the sea got fishes?
Can you do more hoes
Than the Feds got snitches?
I ride Lexus land wit the TV playin
Gettin head
Fuck a Fed with the phone in my hand
Nigga's gone shine, what you see is mine
Rolexes, went to Texas, Motorola, Alpine
Woodgrain Hummer, hoodrat plumber
Hot Boys got toys, number one stunters
I know you bitches can't stand me
Lexus wit da candy
Blowin on blunts, sippin on Brandy
Now that's a good call Papa
Cleaner than ya ever saw
929 wit the mirror bro Tint it
Up, juice and Gin it up, send it up
To Texas, get the wood with the good weed
Bend it up
Ball 'til I fall, that's the job nigga
Cash Money, Hot Boy, number one mob figure

I like to look good, be sharp
On my side keep my iron on
Playa haters wanna steal ya when
Ya get your shine on
But fuck that, I'ma get mine on
Chrome on the 929 wit my Primeco phone on
I'm a Hot Boy, hot girls I put the bone on
It ain't no secret, I'll bust ya dome Holmes
B and Slim give me a 20 G loan
So I could get my roll on
I know my niggas ain't gone tell me hold on
They let me write the Cash Money check
They sign it i cash it, I spend it
It's all good, we ride fly
Benz, Lex, Expedition
No doing bad, fulfillin dreams and wishes
Payin all my college hoes tuition
If I'm in a shootout, I got the red beam
I ain't missin
Face the ballistics, we got it like that
We earned it liked that
Worked for it like that
So we can shine like that