Lyrics:

(Wayne) What, wha, wha, wha, wha What, wha, wha, wha, wha Cash Mo-ney Millionaires So take it there (Juvenile) Yellow Viper, yellow Hummer, Yellow Benz Yellow PT Cruiser, yellow 'Lac on rims Drop yellow 'Vette and a platinum Rolls Royce That's seven different cars, everyday I got a choice On my way to pick up Joyce, she be makin me moist Givin me head while she hummin, she can play with her voice And she got nice thighs, a big plump ass She could ride a dick too, make me cum fast I like them modelin bitches, I love them swallowin bitches Where them hoes, there they at, I'm 'bout to follow them bitches (let's go) I know you with your folks, but that nigga is broke You might as well open your legs up and let a nigga poke I'm a show you what it is not to be a window shopper Mama you can have Fendi, mama you can have Prada All you gotta do is break a nigga off proper You could be with your man, I ain't tryna stop ya (Chorus-Mannie Fresh) (Shine), from my head down to my shoes (Shine), skiiiiirtin on twenty-two's (Shine), check my baby mama (Shine), whip Rover's not Honda's (Shine), I'm a spend it 'til it's gone (Shine), don't know when I'm comin home (Shine), pop X and drank Cris' (Shine), My life is the shit (Lil' Wayne) It be me, fire Wayne, ice and change You can catch me in an aqua range, squattin things With them twenty-two inch chopper blades Diamond face, diamond brace More colors than the game Simon Says Go, 'hind me And mami on forty-fifth she told me