Juvenile, Big Tymers, B.G. - Flossin' Season lyrics

Mannie Fresh playboy
I know you love these diamonds
(they beautiful ha)
Nigga, how you love that?
All that stunting and fronting
It's all about them diamonds boy

Nigga it's a pretty day
And it's flossin' season
Added six tires to my new machinery
Double R like to ball like it's no tomorrow
Pretty broads and we fuckin these superstars
Chrome rims, niggas ridin' new Benz
TVs, Cadillacs with the new fends
Wet paint, niggas takin trips to the banks
Hittin malls spendin' twenty G's like stars
Rolex, PlayStations in the Hummer
Just to show these stupid hoes
That we worth something
My stuntin' name Evel Knievel, keep it real
Let me pop a wheelie
Hoes love stuntin' 'cause I got love
Gold slugs, stunting cause we got love
Motorbike button rims cause we living right
Game tight take a tramp make her holla champ
Overnight got the yola if your money right
Solid TV's PlayStation with the BG
It's all gravy playboy cause
It's flossin' season
A million dollars ain't nothing to me nigga
But a million hoes is game to me playboy

Nahh nahh, flossers
Let me see you rollin' your rims
Ballers, helicopters, bikes, and Bourbans
It's on us, C-M-R are millionaires
Let 'em know it's flossin' season everywhere
We flossers, let me see you rollin' your rims
Ballers, helicopters, bikes, and bourbons
It's on us, C-M-R are millionaires
Let 'em know it's flossin' season everywhere

I got to get my shine on, do it every time
Seventeens on up, that's all I ride
In ninety-eight
I been havin' them hoes throwin' up
They don't know if I'm in a
Helicopter or in a truck
I fuck they head up, cause I floss so much
Police had me up cause a nigga so young
(ha bruh?) but, you know me nigga
That ain't gon' stop BG nigga (at all)
Cause the next day you will see nigga
Me in somethin' else with a TV nigga (f'real)
Fuck it, I'ma floss like that I got scrilla
Come try to take it
You're fuckin with a gorilla
I got a watch you can see from a block away
I got a chain you'll see
That'll shock the day
My click do what we say
We don't stunt wit it
Off top Big Tymers gon' come with it
Layin it down this month cause
We got a reason (fo' sho')
And we gon' rip shit up
Cause it's flossin' season

Nahh nahh, flossers
Let me see you rollin' your rims
Ballers, helicopters, bikes, and Bourbans
It's on us, C-M-R are millionaires
Let 'em know it's flossin' season everywhere
We flossers, let me see you rollin' your rims
Ballers, helicopters, bikes, and bourbons
It's on us, C-M-R are millionaires
Let 'em know it's flossin' season everywhere

We flossers, what what what?
I say we ballers, what what what?

This is the season for the flossers nigga
Ride top notch shit
Fuck what it cost you nigga
Ain't got no TVs or CDs in it
- I ain't gon' ride in it
If it ain't no overseas type shit's
- I ain't gon' drive it
This ain't the summer to swing the top off
This the season niggas come out
On them twenties and ball
It ain't no secret I'm a stunter
Like Evel Knievel
Jumpin out Lex's and Hummer's
Showin' off for my people
When I pull up in VIP they
Say that's a nice car
Bitches all in my face can't even
Make it to the bar
Me, broke and assed-out? Never that man
I got some shit up in my ear
You can see from a airplane
I don't think Super D can
Pull a stunt like me
Got karats on both of my pinkies
Ten thousand a piece
Today I might lay low with Kent I
Built my house in the East fuck that
I'ma play bourbon it's a thousand a suite

Who had the
First bourbon with the livin' room set
Who the only nigga you know
That drive a burgundy jet
How many cities you know, named after me?
(uhh) it's gon' be a bunch of them
Motherfuckers when I finish G
Now baby - I know you missed us
Big daddy light up a room like Christmas
Shine like a light bulb - rich thug
Let that little girl come over here
And give a millionaire a hug
McGyver ain't liver than a, Big Tymer
Big dick a million dollars and a, Pathfinder
Mr betty Crocker cake maker, casino breaker
Tell Shaq I got a half a
Mill' ridin on the Lakers
Pack my bitches up and move to the hills
Thirty days a month - thirty Automobiles
The Lexus or Benz that come out
In the year two thousand
I got one of them bitches parked
Around corner by the housin'
The bike I got come out in
The year two thousand ten
Eleven fifty zuke with the batman fin
The ring I got, Liberace want it
He couldn't afford that bitch but I
Can afford to flaunt it

Nahh nahh, flossers
Let me see you rollin' your rims
Ballers, helicopters, bikes, and Bourbans
It's on us, C-M-R are millionaires
Let 'em know it's flossin' season everywhere
We flossers, let me see you rollin' your rims
Ballers, helicopters, bikes, and bourbons
It's on us, C-M-R are millionaires
Let 'em know it's flossin' season everywhere

We flossers, what what?