Chamillionaire - Platinum Stars Lyrics

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Uh Lil Flip
I'm hopping 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 hoe
I gotta lac (What kind) a Cadillac Escalade
I'm wearing Jordan's (Which ones) very first ones made
I gotta watch (What kind) iced out Cartier
I gotta Rolley but that's something that I hardly wear
I'm Lil Flip the coldest freestyle ever
Since day one I was programmed to get this cheddar

Who you drive platinum cars
Who you pull platinum stars
Who you write platinum bars
Platinum teeth inside your jaws

Diamond gone rock my platinum wrist
Platinum toilet to take a ish
Gold is gold and platinum is happening
So whodi watch this

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 jacking it nah
Of course you didn't nigga the force is hitting
Behind the throwback I show that the boys is tripping
Be up sky hit a force and lift him
Top on the drop yeah of course it's missing
Don't want her man to know
That I'ma hit when I'm finished I'ma hand the hoe
Back to her man before he even have to know
A wedding ring ain't something I'm ma hand the hoe
Do money grow on trees nigga the answers no
I treat G's like seeds get a grand to grow
Car looking like a zoo in a candy store
Alligator on the floor with a candy door
Can't stand me no cuz I'm having dough
I keep a tune on me just like a mechanic flow
You ain't getting paper what you up in the game fa
Getting paper now couldn't be a complainer
Trunk lift up at a acute angle
Isosceles triangle poking 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 jamming UGK you see the jewelry ay
Cover ya eyes it'll blind like a U T Ray
Stay throwed in the game holding the grain
Ice and the white gold in my chain
Raising the trunk and showing 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 something you hope in the game
You gone mess around and get choked with ya chain
Flip Bun and Chamillion in control in the game

Who you drive platinum cars
Who you pull platinum stars
Who you write platinum bars
Platinum teeth inside your jaws

Diamond gone rock my platinum wrist
Platinum toilet to take a ish
Gold is gold and platinum is happening
So whodi watch this

U (Under) G (Ground) K (Kings)
Bitch 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 distribute my pollution
Keeping 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 running nigga
We gone be here all day
Posted in this hallway
Keep them cluckers coming in cuz we serve em all yay
Them nickles and dimes and quarters
That pop of the rock you a bought but we oughta
Nigga we turning ya projects into the Carter
Got automatic starters
For they automatics choppers
And the Texas boy a automatic to break you off something 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 hoe so

Who you drive platinum cars
Who you pull platinum stars
Who you write platinum bars
Platinum teeth inside your jaws

Diamond gone rock my platinum wrist
Platinum toilet to take a ish
Gold is gold and platinum is happening
So whodi watch this