Hot Boys, Cash Money Millionaires - Neighborhood Superstar lyrics

Suga Slim, Million Dollar spot whodie

Ask them motherfuckers how the CMB play it
Tanqueray and Alize it
Take the llello and weigh it
735's I drive, fit's to match
When I pass, bitches ask
"Who the fuck was that?"
Girl that's Juvenile, you don't know him
He on fire
17-inch momos, black magic on his tires
Crushed out stones, plushed out homes
Cellular phones and concerts in the Superdome
Now I can park my Beamer
And play the Navigator
Sport tailor made outfit's
With matching alligators
Visa gold, bank account on swole
Got my million dollar destiny under control
Millions a fantasy, Juvenile's reality
Bitch I write my own checks
Bitch I pay my own salary
You want business with me
Boss playa ya have to be
I'm a million dollar nigga
These bitches run after me
I got a gold and chrome Beretta
I got a 1997 Mercedes compressor
And I can bet a hundred G's
That my pockets won't hurt
Nigga set for life nigga puttin' in work

All kinds of cars neighborhood superstars
Feared by many and loved by broads
All kinds of cars neighborhood superstars
Feared by many and loved by broads

Neighborhood superstar
Ridin' in these pretty cars
Uptown niggas livin' like movie stars
Flyin' to Tennessee, chillin' with Lil Jimmie
And transportin' coke back and
Forth to my city
Takin' flights, be in Las Vegas overnight
Chillin' with Lo-Jack sippin' on cognac
Goin' to casinos
Gamblin' with the young Ninos
Losin' 20 Gs' worth of C notes
Nigga I sold dope all my life
Turned a hundred Gs into
Two million overnight i guess cus I'm rich
These hoes say I'm a stuntin' bitch
Thats why I look at all these
Hoes like the ain't shit but I'm a star
Bitch you can keep that gar
Give me the money and a brand new car
Livin' in Eastover
Dealin' big baller parties
Invitin' all the fuckin' female rovers
Ridin' in Lamborghini
Beaches, hoes and bikinis
Me and Fresh tag teamin'
Ridin' in convertible land rovers
Hoes be sweatin' cus of the
Mouth full of golds
Nigga ballin' out of control

All kinds of cars neighborhood superstars
Feared by many and loved by broads
All kinds of cars neighborhood superstars
Feared by many and loved by broads

I come with TVs and VCRs in the cars
And I, pack a big dick down in the draws
I'm a neighborhood pepper boy
Platinum stepera boy
Rolls Royce of my choice, not a rapper boy
Young G, ridin' in a Humvee
Broads tellin' bitches, tellin' hoes
Come see 20-inch rims, on Yokahama slims
Check the neck for the diamonds and the gems
Don't nobody got mo ends than me
Don't nobody drive a fuckin' Benz like me
I got a house in Cali and a ranch in Texas
17 inches on a brand new Lexus
Picture project hoes dancin' on marble floors
Kissin' one nigga from his head to his toes
Who you wanna be like, Mannie or Mike?
How you gone shine, dark or bright
Cus these hoes be wishin' to
Ride in a '97 Expedition
When I pass I make 'em stop look and listen
For tryin' ta follow, the big body Impala
Don't love 'em, don't need 'em
Bitch sorry can't holla

Now tell me what kinda
Nigga got diamonds that'll bling blind ya
I'm only 14 I'm a Big Tymer
I'm sittin' on chrome, all week shiner
My 'bauds hang low, crystal on the flo'
I'ma flex, twenty thousand dollar Rolex
I got my name on a street up in every city
And look everywhere I be I
Got a mirror with me
Look I'm feared by many, loved by broads
I'm living marvelous, I'm a superstar
(superstar)

All kinds of cars neighborhood superstars
Feared by many and loved by broads
All kinds of cars neighborhood superstars
Feared by many and loved by broads