Lil’ Wayne – Shine Lyrics

What, wha, wha, wha, wha

What, wha, wha, wha, wha

Cash Mo-ney Millionairs

So take it there

Yellow Viper, yellow Hummer, Yellow Benz

Yellow PT Cruiser, yellow ‘Lac on rims

Drop yellow ‘Vette and a platinum Rolls Royce

That’s seven different cars, everyday I got a choice

On my way to pick up Joyce, she be makin me moist

Givin me head while she hummin, she can play with her voice

And she got nice thighs, a big plump ass

She could ride a dick too, make me come fast

I like them modelin bitches, I love them swallowin bitches

Where them hoes, there they at, I’m ’bout to follow them bitches (let’s go)

I know you with your folks, but that nigga is broke

You might as well open your legs up and let a nigga poke

I’m a show you what it is not to be a window shopper

Mama you can have Fendi, mama you can have Prada

All you gotta do is break a nigga off proper

You could be with your man, I ain’t tryna stop ya

(Shine), from my head down to my shoes

(Shine), skiiiiirtin on twenty-two’s

(Shine), check my baby mama

(Shine), whip Rover’s not Honda’s

(Shine), I’m a spend it ’til it’s gone

(Shine), don’t know when I’m comin home

(Shine), pop X and drank Cris’

(Shine), My life is the shit

Baby named me, fire Wayne, ice and change

You can catch me in an aqua Range, squattin things

With them twenty-two inch chopper blades

Diamond face, diamond brace

More colors than the game Simon Says

Go, ‘hind me

And mami on forty-fifth she told me “I’m a Lez”

But she ain’t like too much of dick

But gave bombest head, and so I took it anyway

But bitch I got family get your pussy anyway

OK, let’s talk about this ice that I’m carryin

All these karats like I’m a fuckin vegetarian

Niggas play, I bury them, y’all already knowin

I threw up my arm and bitches thought it started snowin

See I’m a keep it goin, Big Tymin, you heard’s me?

Dog I got cake like everyday my birthday

Wait, I don’t think they heard me

I say dog I got cake like everyday my birthday

I’m a Hot Boy, that’s name brand and top of the line

Ride fly daily, all year ’round I shine

Ain’t a nigga and they mama gonna stop me dog

Come through on dub-dueces, they jock me dog

Glock cocked for haters tryna block me dog

Catch ’em so low, they geezy, don’t shock me dog

Well get the fuck, slide on out the way

And let B.G. ease down the shinin linen

Let the diamonds and the jewelry light shit up

Each piece of jewelry I own, I ice it up

You don’t wanna put your vehicle next to us

‘Cause all of our vehicles, we dress ’em up

With television, Dreamcast, DVDs

Nice sounds, buttons, it’s twenties

I’m a Cash Money Hot Big Tymer nigga

That’ll hold a pinky finger up and blind ya nigga

I’m a stunt ’til I die, so you better respect it

‘Cause whoever try testin is gonna be restin

I’m a young millionaire, Hot Boy, Lil’ Turk

Bling blingin everyday, plus I got work (bling)

Nigga like me stay in the cut twenty-four/seven

Steady stackin my ends on dubs, twenty-four/seven

Every car you wish you had, we got it, we got it

Bentleys, Hummers and Jags, big bodies, big bodies

Love to floss, no secret stun’ner’s

Niggas steady baller block, can’t take nothin from us

Young nigga, livin a life surrounded by ice

Hoes be like, “Damn, them boys, they’re nothin nice”

They on fire, that must be them Hot Boys

You muthafuckin right, you think this not girl?

Better think twice, get it right dog

Know you recognize, we got it on lock for all