B.G. - Let Us Stunt lyrics

[Baby {​talking}​] I got that work (For sure) I got that work, n***a Hustle - d**h if you hustle with us (I'll front ya, boy) Cause I'ma put that work on your life, lil' one ({​too low to hear}​ if you're shined out with a n***a) It ain't no secret [Baby] I'm that n***a, Baby But my n***as, they call me Atrice Every b**h I f** gotta be above average On another level, n***a - millionaire status Just bought two mansions: one in Florida, one in Dallas I'm a boss n***a Buy whatever, don't give a f** 'bout the cost, n***a I like to floss, n***a It ain't no secret: I'm the number-one stuntman You come at me wrong, you'll be in the trunk, man I'm a O.G. shot caller - Big Tymer Cadillac, Hummer, Jaguar, Benz driver Thirty-six-ounces-in-the-glove-compartment hider [B.G.] Don't test the water - look, believe B.'ll ride [Baby] n***a, I'm a millionaire Tote two guns cause I've been there Lil' wodie, you don't wanna go there I'm f**in' all these hoes [Mannie Fresh] Y'all better believe! [Baby] And I'm tellin' the next rappin' b**h what's up my sleeve, wodie [Hook: Turk] b**hes say we stunt too much (much) It's okay cause we can back it up (up) Know you gon' let us do what we do (do) Rock our Rolie, ride drop-tops, too (too) [B.G.] (Look, look, it's a- it's a- a checkmate, checkmate) Ain't it a b**h how I be stun'n - I know, but I can do that I pull up, top down on a Prowler, they be like, "Who that?" Common sense should tell 'em it gotta be a H.B Cause don't nobody stunt like them n***as from CMB Baby had me reppin' since I was in the sixth grade Cause n***as wonder how I'm eighteen and already made I done been through it - from bustin' heads to doin' time Now I'm on that level to where I got the right to shine Me and my clique hit the scene - Ree's, jeans, and T's Wrist, neck, and ears just shoutin' *bling*bling* We be thuggin' to the fullest - stay handlin' hoes Cause all of 'em the same: straight scandalous hoes I ain't trippin' - they can ride in the whip with a n***a But put your head down and donate your lips to a n***a Tossin' b**hes is a hobby cause me and my n***as share Gotta respect that's the life for this Cash Money Millionaire [Hook (Turk)] [Mannie Fresh] (What, what, what) I know y'all sayin', "Look here - what the f** is that?" A Space Shuttle, lil' daddy - made by Cadillac Take that other sh** out, and put Corinthian leather Put a sun-roof top for sun-roof weather They go, "Whooooo!", when I fly by they sh** They go, "Oooooh!", you diggity? Just don't quit I like 'em one short, one tall, one a doll I like 'em on their head in the bed against the wall Turbo-charged dick slinger... ...p**y banger ...pain-bringer Nasty in-and-out finger See that girl that you're with - I did that sh** Any girl that you get, I'ma hit that b**h Last year: helicopter playa - hello This year: plushed-out, pimped-out Space Shuttle You like gorgeous Lovely, I know you do And if you're a real hot girl you'll let me f** your crew For real, though [Hook 2x (Turk)] [Turk] Let us do what we do, let us do what we do Let us do what we do, let us do what we do Let us do what we do, let us do what we do (Let us-) What, n***a? Let us do what we do Big Tymers: B-3, Mannie Fresh B.G Hot Boys Cash Money Juvie, Lil Weezy Suga Slim and his b**h (Lil Turk) (n***a) CMR-a Millionaires, ya heard me How ya lovin' that? n***a, how ya lovin' that? n***a, now how ya lovin' that?