[Bun B:] Baby girl lookin good, feel real thick Real pretty, real fly, she a real chick Lookin for a real player to adore ya But look no further, I'm
) Bia-bia-bia-b-b-biatch! (biatch) Bia-bia-bia-biatch! (biatch) Bia-bia-bia-b-b-biatch! (biatch) Bia-bia-bia-biatch! (biatch) [Bun B] Say, I'm all about
all day Count money all day, count money all, money all Count money all day, count money all day, count money all Money all, money all, money all day [Bun B
dont die) just dont die, die, die, die you can open your mind you can fall you can fly just dont die (dont die) just dont die, die, die, die (Bun B)
didn't die in vain, and they feel my pain Make sure my niggas ride for me Or pulling up on the side of me, side of me [Verse 1 - Bun B] Man I'm a real
on slick, we got Bun B (Bun B) Yeah, Ying Yang Twins Check it out, Collipark drop them beats That'll rock your world (That's right) Got Bun B and Ying
t doin it for no money (what you doin it for nigga?) Haha, we doin this for loyalty nigga Tell them niggaz Bun [Verse 1 - Bun B] They thought it was
Justice League... Verse 1 She A Dime Piece Top Flight Brand She Thick And She Stylish And She Tight Man And Everynight Man When The Lights Low She Good
like TV Tego and Bankrock I catch you popping champagne, chop it to your brain Just for thinking outside of the Bun like Taco Bell's campaign [Hook: Bun B
God himself ain't never made a badder dude Then the one standin in front of you Bitch you know what I'm a do and don't call me B, this Mr. Bun to you
wanna freak me? All you gotta do is Tweet meee! (Tweet meeeeee!) But don't you trick me, baby treat meee! [Verse 1: Bun B] Yeah, well this is dedicated
and wrap 'em Put him under the tree, so every one of ya can see That ain't no fuckin with the Bun to the B, niggaz [Chorus - 2X] "Guess who's back? Me
{feat Lil Flip,Dee Money, & B.G.} {Bun B} yeah niggas it's going down i got my nigga Fliperacy wit me got my nigga Dee Money and my nigga B.Gizzle we
I'm holdin' on a rope Got me ten feet off the ground And I'm hearin' what your sayin' But I just can't make a sound You tell me that you need me Then
ma hold u down Need a lil' dough, we flippin', got somewhere to go, I'm whippin' Be a love hustla, whatever you need, girl, I'ma hold u down Bun B da
Smoke somethin', bitch UGK, hold up, talkin' bout, uhh Pimp C P.A. Trill nigga Polo fuck that Hilfiger Made myself a ghetto star On the slab, sippin'
That smoke will have you coughin all your shit up, Im in my everyday get up Black tee, levis, jordans, and them diamonds that stay lit up, You wanna be like Bun
t miss. [Bun B:] No the choppa gon hit Bound to leave ya dome split Lose ya bodily functions Have me think you gon shit Middle fingaz, strong click Bun B
