Rap-a-Lot Records - Platinum Stars lyrics

[Verse 1: Lil' Flip] -Uh, 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 Papa Deaux's But only if she a proper ho I gotta lac (what kind), a cadillac escalade I'm wearin' jordans (which ones), very first ones made I gotta watch (what kind), iced out cartier I gotta rolley 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 Who you write? Platinum bars Platinum teeth, inside yo jaws Diamond gon' rock my platinum wrist Platinum toilet to take a ish Gold is gold, and platinum is happenin' So whodi watch this [Chamillionaire] -Yeah, ay, it's Koopa Gotta green back, stack in my palm I come in Yukon black with alarm Ice on the arm and a platinum charm And you prolly had a thought about jackin' it nah 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 force will 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 before, he even have to know A weddin' ring ain't somethin' I'mma hand the ho Do money grow on trees? n***a the answers no I treat g's like seeds get a grand to grow Car lookin' like a zoo in a candy store Alligator on the floor with a candy door Can't stand me no, cuz I'm havin' dough I keep a tool on me just like a mechanic flow You ain't gettin' paper what you up in the game fa'? Gettin' paper now couldn't be a complainer Trunk lift up at a acute angle Isoceles triangle pokin' outta my swangers 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 tryna get them chains off of Pimp C We, jammin UGK you see the j**lrey ay! Cover ya eyes it'll blind like a U.V. Ray Stay throwed in the game, holdin' the grain (yeah) Ice and the white gold in my chain Raisin' the trunk and showin' my bang Hoes on the swangs while the doors color change Nah I won't let the change go to my brain Respect better be somethin' you hope in the game You gon' mess around and get choked with ya chain Flip, Bun and Chamillionaire controlling the game [Hook] [Bun B] -U (Under), G (Ground), K (Kings) b**h I'm the King of the underground And the pope of Port Arthur Keep that fire heat on ya street And a 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 the blocks again Until' the cops come in But see the 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 cuz we serve 'em all yay Them nickles and dimes and quarters That pop of the rock you a boughta But ? we oughta, n***a we turnin' ya projects into the Carter Got automatic starters, for they automatics choppers And the Texas boy a automatic to 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 forever you don't like it you must be a ho so [Hook]