Juvenile - How U Luv That lyrics

Awww man, Man I sure believe this one here man, gon' be so beautiful I know everyone out there gon' hafta love this one, ya heard that? (Verse 1) Now, who the f** cars for days Crazy hoes and momos with the 20 inch blaze Picture me and the missus driving Expeditious The backstabbin' friends blowin' kisses Chrome-struck b**hes, wood grain wenches Leather seats, la la la, anything else itches I done done it, the Bubble IGS 300 Anything else around here, playboy I run it Bought the black Yukon, new Storm, microwave with futons She not white, unh unh, she Cub-an Karats on my fingers, f**in' R&B singers 1998 Lexus, dickslangers Nuts-hang-us from South American Don Perrion, Mil cousin, move on Can you top-uh n***a with a Calico to helicopter Move, shake, shove that Ask yourself n***a, "How you luv that?" (Chorus) How you luv that? 20 cars on chrome, n***a How you luv that? 20 shows in the dome, n***a How you luv that? 20 hot girls to bone, n***a How you luv that? BRRTTT! 20 Primeco phones (x2) (Verse 2) n***a, how you gon' tell me that sh** ain't changed When n***as used to play curls now the playin' braids And In my crib I got an elevator f**in' with these hoes heads With alligator pillows cases in my bed I gotta scream, "Cheese-y" so bad Playboy, I had to get approval from the city and the motherf**in' feds I said f** these white folks 'til I'm dead Cause I'ma ball 'til I fall and spend 20 G's at the mall Now playboy, you can tell me how you luv that I bought my son a rolex with diamonds embezzle When 9 months, a Cash Money medallion with 20 diamonds in each letter, son So peep this, n***a I got a million dollars worth of cars all on chrome, can you compete with This? That's beautiful, these 6 ties with that Range Rover Earrings costing 15 G's with T.V.'s n***a, I'm trying to put a screen on the hood of the Humvee With my face on top, n***a, can you see me? I got so much money, I'll never do time I'll play them white b**hes like they play me at all times I got 20 G's to put on they leather seat Or for all the coke chargin', 3-time felon on one rap sheet What the f** I look like? Choppin' tree and pickin' cotton When I should be f**in' hoes and money clockin' I'ma Big Tymer, ask Lac, you can believe that Playboy, n***a, tell me how you luv that? (Chorus) (Juvenile) Baby, what you mean that Juvenile ain't bout matin'? You besta get yo' mind right and go ahead with that hea-din' What? You must think these diamonds ain't real or sumpin, huh? All of this shinin' gon' get me k**ed for nothin' huh? n***a, f** that, I'ma ball 'til I fall from Carolton by the lake to General Digaul So baby, buy me Cristal, shiny j**el Hit the caddilac, 2 wheel with 20 inches Rolex with diamond bezzles, 20 G cel My floor shinin' from mar-ble, cross-connect In my position, we make nothin' but G's If you rich, then you belong got CMB Don't hate us n***a, cause we beatiful, n***a please You think I'm stun'n now, just wait 'til I come back with them keys n***as fear this, they hate, but they don't come near this I done wrote a song about the b**hes, you wanna hear this? They say Juvenile, you motherf**er, you off the heesy I got these hoes p**y poppin' tell they cheesy and greasy Can you see me in that Bubble I, how you luv that? Can you see me in that BMW-ah, how you luv that? (Chorus the Lil' Wayne talks til end)