Get it How U Live

Talking (Juvenile): Suga Slim Million Dollar spot<br> <br>Verse 1: Juvenile<br><br>Wodie ask them motherfuckers how the CMB play it<br>Tanqueray and Alize it, take the llello and weigh it<br>735`s I drive fits ta match, when I past <br>Bitches ask, "Who the fuck was that?"<br>Girl thats Juvenile you don`t know`em he on fire<br>17 inch momos black magic on his tires<br>Crushed out stoned, plushed out homes, cellular phones<br>And concerts in the Superdome<br>Now I can pump my Beamer and play the Navigator<br>Sport tailor made outfits with matchin alligators<br>Visa gold, bank account on swole<br>Got my million dollar destiny under control<br>Millions a fantasy, Juvenile`s reality<br>Bitch I write my own checks bitch I pay my own salary<br>You want business with me <br>Boss playa ya have to be<br>I`ma million dollar nigga these bithces run after me<br>I got a gold and crome Beretta<br>I got a 1997 Mercedes compressor<br>And I can bet a - hundred G`s and my pockets won`t hurt<br>Nigga set for life nigga puttin` in work<br><br>(Chorus) 2x<br>All kinds of cars<br>Neighborhood superstar<br>Feared by many and loved by broads<br><br>Verse 2: Baby<br><br>Neighborhood superstar<br>Ridin` in these pretty cars<br>Uptown niggas livin` like movie stars<br>Flyin` ta tennessee chillin` with lil jimmie<br>And transportin` coke back and forth to my city<br>Takin` flights <br>Be in Las Vegas over night<br>Chillin` with Lo Jack<br>Sippin` on cognac<br>Goin` to casinos<br>Gamblin` with the young ninos<br>Loosin` 20 Gs worth of C notes<br>Nigga I sold dope all my life<br>Turned a hundred Gs into two million over night<br>I guess cuz I`m rich<br>These hoes say I`m a stuntin` bitch<br>Thats why I look at all these hoes like the aint shit<br>But I`m a star<br>Bitch you can keep that gar<br>Give me the money and a brand new car<br>Livin` in eastover dealin` big balla parties<br>Invitin` all the fuckin` female roovers<br>Ridin` in lambruginis<br>Beaches hoes and bikinis<br>Me and Fresh tag teamin`<br>Ridin` in convertible land roovers<br>Hoes be sweatin` cuz of the mouth full of golds<br>Nigga baallin` out of control<br><br>(Chorus) 2x<br><br>Verse 3: Mannie Fresh<br><br>I come with TVs and VCRs in the cars<br>And I pack a big dick down in tha draws<br>I`m a neighborhood peppa boy<br>Platinum steppa boy<br>Rolls Royce of my choice not a reppa boy<br>Young G<br>Ridin` in a hum v<br>Broads tellin` bitches tellin` hoes come see<br>20 inch rims, on Yokahama slims<br>Check the neck for the diamonds and the gems<br>Don`t nobody got mo ends than me<br>Don`t nobody drive a fuckin` benz like me<br>I got a house in cali and a ranch in texas<br>17 inches on a brand new lexus<br>Picture project hoes dancin` on marble floors<br>Kissin` one nigga from his head to his toes<br>Who you wanna be like manny or mike<br>How you gone shine dark or bright<br>Cuz these hoes be wishin` to ride in a 97 expedition<br>When I pass I make`em stop look and listen<br>For tryin` ta follow tha big body empala<br>Don`t love`em don`t need`em bitch sorry can`t holla<br><br>verse 4: Lil Wayne<br><br>Now tell me what kinda<br>Nigga got diamonds that`ll *bling* blind ya<br>I`m only 14 I`m a big tymer<br>I`m sittin` on crome all week shiner<br>My golds hang low