Lil Wayne - Favourite Things lyrics

[Chorus:] Coops, cars, big trucks We ride rims that keep spinnin' (uh huh) We stay so fly, bandanas and cush linen Chain swang, pinky ring, diamond things we ain't playin' These are a few of our favorite things (yea) [Juelz Santana:] Now I get flyer than most do Higher than most do G4's or better, how I fly through the coastal I'm live with the toast dude, I'm liable to approach you Like 'Hi' then 'Bye' and I will just roast you My dudes all the same here, we shoot off and bang here Red dot your nose like you was Rudolph the Reindeer I'm fast when I race cars, I smash and I scrape cars Love candy paint, but still keep my factory paint job (yup, yup, yup) I'm a mack and I play hard Choose a b**h, scoop a b**h, then back the play yard Like 'Hey ya, hey ma, open your mouth wide put your head down there' Respect me I'm a pimp 'round here Our doors go up on our whips 'round here (cause) These are a few of our favourite things (yea) [Chorus] [Lil' Wayne:] Carter me I'm stuntin', the Carter yeah I'm youngin Automotors runnin' off body temperature look at ya Lookin' all shook up, I'm a fly n***a, rock my chain when I cook up Evisu's gettin' took up, Cavalli's in the cleaners Parallels on the beamer, I swear that b**h hotter than the bullets in Anena You talkin' to a fever, n***a get ya heat up And I'm a dirty south boy, n***a get ya teet up I hit like Roy, not Jones but Williams Findin' me a Kelly make some Destiny Children The recipe is Cristal and sizzurp Call that Crizzurp, get that from k**er Cam that's my man, and Juelz that's my n******g Dip-dipset young money where the dessert Naw, where the desert It's right up in that Mayb**h under that Corinthian leather (holla back nicca) [Chorus] [Juelz Santana:] We ridin big yo (yea), we drivin' bog yo (yea) Stash box in the car we hidin' big blow Ask Joc (yea, yea), even the kids know (yea, yea, yea, yea) That I'm the sh** show (yea) I ride more chrome, I rock more stones I got four chones, and I ain't talkin' cookies n***a I'm talkin' cash that last ('til when?) 'Til the day that you pa** I'm talkin true facts, I'm talking true stacks Coops black, Coops that come with the roof back Chasin' dig dough (yea), making big dough (yea) That what we live fo', get a grip ho That how we stroll down here, that's how we roll down here Spectacular chrome down here, that's how it go down here [Chorus]