Bun B - Platinum Starz lyrics

[Lil' Flip] Uh uhh, Lil' Flip (Lil' Flip) I'm hoppin out in a Fendi suit, I got DVD's in my Bentley Coupe I got hoes that's 22; they buy me clothes and tennis shoes I'm so throwed when it come to hoes Before I get they phone number they come outta they clothes I might take 'em to Pappadeaux's, but only if she a proper ho I got a 'llac (what kind) a Cadillac Escalade I'm wearin Jordans (which ones) the very first ones made I got a watch (what kind) a iced-out Cartier I got a Roley but that's somethin that I hardly wear I'm Lil' Flip, the coldest freestyle ever Since day one I was programmed to get this cheddar [Hook] Who you drive, platinum cars, who you pull, platinum stars Do you write, platinum bars, platinum teeth, inside your jaws Diamond gon' rock my platinum wrist, platinum toilet to take a ish Gold is gold, and platinum is happenin so, wodie watch this [Chamillionaire] Yeahh, aiy It's Koopa Got a greenback, stack in my palm I come in a Yukon black with alarm Ice on the arm and a plat-i-num charm And you pro'lly had a thought about jackin it - naw! Of course you didn't n***a the force is hittin Behind the throwback I show that the boys is trippin Beam me up Scotty, yeah the force'll lift him Top on the drop yeah of course it's missin ... Don't want her man to know That I'mma hit when I'm finished I'mma hand the ho Back to her man befo', he even have to know A weddin ring - ain't somethin I'mma hand a ho Do money grow on trees? n***a the answer's no I treat G's like seeds, get a grand to grow Car lookin like the zoo in a candy sto' Alligator on the flo' with a candy do' Can't stand me no, cause I'm havin dough I keep a tune on me just like a mechanic flow You ain't gettin paper what you up in the game for? Gettin paper now, couldn't be a complainer Trunk lift up at a acute angle Isoceles triangle pokin outta my swanger Chain cost me 10 G's Independent, no label could pimp me So it really ain't a thing you could get free Unless you tryin to get them chains off of Pimp C We, jammin U.G.K. you see the j**elry, ay Cover your eyes it'll blind like a UV ray Stay throwed in the game, holdin the grain (yeah) Ice and the white gold in my chain Raisin my trunk and showin my bang Hoes on the swangs while the do's color change Nah I won't let the change go to my brain Respect better be somethin that you hopin to gain You gon' mess around and get choked wit'cha chain Now Flip, Bun and Chamillionaire controllin in the game [Hook] [Bun B] U (Under), G (Ground), K (Kings) b**h I'm that King of the underground, and the Pope of Port Arthur Keep that fire heat on ya street, and the meat in your daughter Got no love for a hater, got no hate for a lover Just distrubute my pollution, keepin weight undercover My brother, now we back up on the block again I got them rocks again, and them blocks again, until the cops come in But see they better bring the SWAT my friend Because I promise that we not runnin n***a we gon' be here all day, posted in this hallway Keep them cluckers comin in cause we gon' serve 'em all yay Them nickles and dimes and quarters; that powder the rock you a-boughta Mo' dope than we oughta, n***a we turnin your projects into The Carter Got automatic starters, for they automatics choppers And the Texas boy'll automatically break you off somethin proper I knock off a bopper, break down a bird and bust me a flow I'm down with the Pimp and the Prince, from now ever since You don't like it you must be a ho, so [Hook]