[B.G.]

What's happenin', nigga

B.Geezy, Baby, Mannie Fresh, nigga

Big Tymers, nigga

You know we be stun'n our ass off, ya heard me



[Bling, -ling, -ling]

You know me and my clique stand out

It's bling-a-ling every time we stick our hand out

Eyes can't take it - motherfuckers turn they head around

I gotta laugh 'cause the neck, too, look like a glass house

Man, that ice the motherfucker

Don't forget the whip - twenty-inches and TV's

Navigation system, Dreamcast, all in the Bentley

Everyday of the week I be jumpin' in somethin' different

Bikes, Lexus Trucks - everyday I be switchin'

My big round, Baby, taught me how to lay my stunt down

Come 'round the corner once, leave, switch up, come back around

You know how it go down on a Sunday uptown

Wrist hangin' out the window of the Jag with the top down

Later on that evenin', corner pocket off the chain

But I advise you: don't come around without that thing

'Cause them vultures be out and believe they be jackin'

But they know I'm a made nigga - I still be stuntastic



[Hook - 2x (B.G.)]

It's stuntastic

Straight out the plastic

If they got drastic

Big Tymers is off the heezy

It's ballerific

Cash Money gifted

It's very hard to look at them princess cuts 'cause they be glistenin'



[Baby]

I ride top-notch shit, nigga, all the hot shit

On a Sunday I pull out all my drop-top shit

I be stun'n

Step in the club and buy the vault

I know them hoes be lookin' - that's why I play this game raw

It's just in me to be the nigga that I be

Call me Atrice, call me Bryan, Bubble, or B.

You know who I am

You know Cash Money my fam'

Who else could it be with me and Geezy spinnin' that Lam'

Rockin' that ice, poppin' that cham'

Jumpin' out in front a warehouse dressed in Hot Boy wear

Glock on my side - you know we ain't gettin' checked at the door

Get outta line, we leave a nigga brains on the dance floor

Back to the coffee cup and drop the ice

Shake it up

When it come out, it's gon' fuck your eyes up

Like I said last time: I don't need no introduction

I'm the number-one when it come down to the stun'n



[Hook - 2x (B.G.)]

It's stuntastic

Straight out the plastic

If they got drastic

Big Tymers is off the heezy

It's ballerific

Cash Money gifted

It's very hard to look at these princess cuts 'cause they be glistenin'



[Mannie Fresh]

Lil' one, I been paid

Two-thousand-ten escalade

Did I tell you how the seats made

Crocodile and mink suede

I touch y'all niggas' arms with candy-coated choppers

I fed these hoes fettuccini while you was feedin' 'em whoppers

I could take the ugliest bitch and turn her into somethin'

And take a whack-ass track and have that bitch bumpin'

Nigga, Liberacci ain't got nothin' on me

I got one diamond, and one ring bigger than your whole future, g

Shorty, you ain't heard the news? I'm ridin' on twenty-twos

I take the groom bride and give that hoe the blues

My neck on another level

My life on another level

Alright, you got a Benz - and, nigga, I'm pushin' the space shuttle

Bitch, please

My bank account Hercules



[B.G.]

It's, zero, zero, zero, comma, zero, (comma),

stop (stop), freeze (freeze)



[Mannie Fresh]

Whatever you got, lil' daddy, believe me - I been had it

It's just in my life and my nature and my way to be stuntastic



Hook - 3x (B.G.)]

It's stuntastic

Straight out the plastic

If they got drastic

Big Tymers is off the heezy

It's ballerific

Cash Money gifted

It's very hard to look at these princess cuts 'cause they be glistenin'



[B.G.]

Nigga,

We ballerific and stuntastic, ya heard me

Baby, Mannie Fresh, B.Geezy

You dig

Stun'n 'til we can't stunt no motherfuckin' more, nigga

Reppin' 'til we can't rep no motherfuckin' more, nigga

Huntin' 'til we can't hunt no motherfuckin' more, nigga

From Lamborghinis to Bentley's to Ferrari's to Jaguars to Hummers

To whatever you got - we got it and then some

Ya heard me

From princess cuts to baguettes

to whatever kind of diamonds they got, we got it, nigga

It don't stop, ya heard me

Cash Money, nigga, got the rap game on lock

How you love that

Baby, Mannie Fresh - they got that work, nigga

And I got that pistol under my shirt, nigga

Yeah slip up if you want

You get put sixty feet under the dirt, nigga

CMR-a, Hot Boys, Cash Money