Bg F- Big Tymers Get Your Shine On Lyrics

Get Your Shine On Lyrics

[BG]

 

 Oh it's on now, we ridin' on chrome now,

 Get'cha shine on Baby

 This how we do it, it's all gravy

 We layin' it down

 That's how Ca$h Money Hot Boy$ play it,

 That's how Uptown Hot Boy$ play it,

 We gone lay it down

 

 [First Verse - BG]

 

 Washington and Freret on Sunday, they buck, jumpin

 Niggas on seventeen stuntin', the second line's comin'

 The Hot Girls out, the Hot Boy$ out

 We in top of the line cars, Uptown boys out

 For sixteen, I'm ridin' flyer than ya Daddy

 I play a different car everyday, ya Daddy in the caddy

 The fuckin' feds snatched me,

 Picture they thought they had me

 The B.G. shinin' so hard them dicksuckers tryin' to harass me

 But they let me go, cause we way ahead and smarter

 Keys come from overseas in a submarine under water

 Still 'gon ride the Legend Monday, ride the Lex Tuesday

 Ride the Benz Wednesday

 Under the seat is the uzi

 Ride the Camaro Thursday, Nine two nine Friday, Saturday,

 50 shots set it off for niggas tryin to carjack me

 Sunday I lay on Washington-uh with a fifth sippin' wine Holmes,

 All week I gotta get my shine on

 

 [Chorus - B.G.]

 Get your shine on, get your shine on

 All day long, I'ma get mine on

 Get your shine on, get your shine on

 All day long Baby get his shine on

 Get your shine on, get your shine on

 Seven days a week, I'ma get mine on

 Get your shine on, get your shine on

 You niggas need to know, the World is mine Holmes

 

 [Second Verse - Baby]

 

 Now all these cars, and all these broads

 Nigga, I'm bout to get my shine on

 Now I'm in Club Whispers wit a $10,000 bar tab

 Hoes think I'm jokin', stupid hoes wanna laugh

 I'm bout to lay my stunt down before I leave this bitch,

 And one of you other niggas hoes gone suck my dick

 Now every car I ride in got chrome on it homie

 Got a mouth full of gold, to show Uptown soul

 Plug hoes

 And make more money independent, than a major nigga done went gold

 I got a million dollar rang wit a 2 million dollar mouthpiece

 And quick to lay a bitch on these satin silk sheets

 Now nigga, Rufus Playin in the Lexus, Gangsta got a Q-5

 If anyone of you broads know Baby know I like to ride fly

 B.G. got a nine two nine, Mannie Fresh got a Camero and a seven thirty-five


 Now me Baby, big body Benz

 Expedition, my black cat and my Lexus my friend

 Now I could change a car for everyday of the week

 And have a matching bitch in the passenger seat

 Seven hundred Gs stashed away for my son

 So when he grow up he can have a lil fun

 I'm still sellin keys, stackin Gs on the D.L.

 I stashed a million under the barber shop on V.L.

 Nigga I ain't no rapper, I'm a game spitter

 Ten Gs a show,

 On behalf of Penalty, Ca$h Money, Tommy Boy, Warner Brothers nigga

 

 [Chorus]

 

 [Third Verse - Mannie Fresh]

 

 Can you fuck more bitches

 Than the sea got fishes?

 Can you do more hoes, than the Feds got snitches?

 I ride Lexus land wit the TV playin

 Gettin head, fuck a Fed with the phone in my hand

 Nigga's gone shine, what you see is mine

 Rolexes, went to Texas, Motorola, Alpine

 Woodgrain Hummer, hoodrat plumber,

 Hot Boys got toys, number one stunters

 I know you bitches can't stand me

 Lexus wit da candy

 Blowin on blunts, sippin on Brandy

 Now that's a good call

 Papa cleaner than ya ever saw

 929 wit the mirror bro

 Tint it up, juice and Gin it up, send it up

 To Texas, get the wood with the good weed, bend it up

 Ball 'til I fall, that's the job nigga

 Cash Money, Hot Boy, number one mob figure

 

 [Chorus]

 

 [Fourth Verse - BG]

 

 I like to look good, be sharp, on my side keep my iron on

 Playa haters wanna steal ya when ya get your shine on

 But fuck that, I'ma get mine on,

 Chrome on the 929 wit my Primeco phone on

 I'm a Hot Boy, hot girls I put the bone on

 It ain't no secret, I'll bust ya dome Holmes,

 B and Slim give me a 20 G loan

 So I could get my roll on

 I know my niggas ain't gone tell me hold on

 They let me write the Cash Money check, they sign it

 I cash it, I spend it

 It's all good, we ride fly

 Benz, Lex, Expedition

 No doing bad, fulfillin dreams and wishes

 Payin all my college hoes tuition

 If I'm in a shootout, I got the red beam, I ain't missin

 Face the ballistics, we got it like that, we earned it liked that

 Worked for it like that, so we can shine like that

 

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