Big Tymers and Lil Wayne - Tell Me

And these hoes still lickin' niggas earrings and shit (diamonds and shit)
Nigga, break it up, rock it up, bake it up
That's what homeboys do when they tryna see somethin'
Nigga, shake it up, harden it up, cut it up
Playboy, won't you help a nigga come and move somethin'
Nigga, tint it up, rim it up, paint it up
That's what Cash Money do when they go and buy somethin'
Nigga, spend it up, drink it up, throw it up
That's the Cash Money motto, we don't give a motherfuck
Nigga, shoot 'em up, boot 'em up, snort it up
That's what homeboys do when they beefin' or somethin'
Nigga, make 'em up, stack it up, jack it up
That's what playboys do when they come up on somethin'
Nigga, ice it up, dress it up, bezel it up
That's what Cash Money do when they lexin or somethin'
Ho, suck it up, lick it up, drank it up
That's what hoes be doin tryna come up on somethin'

Tell me what kinda
Nigga got diamonds that'll bling, blind ya
Tell me what kinda
Nigga wear Rollies that'll out-shine ya (huh?)
Nigga, tell me what kinda
Nigga got diamonds that'll bling, blind ya (what?)
Tell me what kinda
Nigga wear Rollies that'll out-shine ya

Now shine, yeah, Wheezy steppin' on the gas, so smash
I don't mean to drive fast but I'm in a Jag'
Catch me speedin' up the block, talkin', showin' my golds
With me top drop ridin' 'til my pipes explode
Got a vehicle with games in it
Thirty thousand dollar Rolex with Wayne in it
Got a Benz and a truck, 20 on my feets
Plus a house by the beach that I barely see
Man, this the life behind the wheel of a Diablo doin' 90
Both of my doors up so you can see me shinin'
Tymer Tymer, think you can phase, not hardly
I'm still a rider, and I tote K's, and Tommy
I pass ya block up, ya son amazed, but I'm sorry
It ain't my damn fault that y'all ain't never saw a Ferrari
But you can check it, I ain't gon' need much to sweat it
I'm headed to the casino with 3 G's, gon' bet it

Tell me what kinda
Nigga got diamonds that'll bling, blind ya (what?)
Tell me what kinda
Nigga wear Rollies that'll out-shine ya (what?)
Nigga, tell me what kinda
Nigga got diamonds that'll bling, blind ya
Tell me what kinda
Nigga wear Rollies that'll out-shine ya

You could take the ugliest broad in your city
Dress her up and make the ugly duck look pretty
Me? Number one pimp, playa
From the Himalaya, broads love the way I say a
Mack-a-docious super knockout rap
Sittin in the club with your bitch in my lap
Now that's a cap
Guess who's comin' to dinner?
Captain weenie with a beenie, best believe I'm finna
Stick a pickle dead up in your mouth
Work it in and out
If you gon' scream, then scream, if you gon' shout, then shout
Your name should be "oh" 'cause the things you do
Or Suck-A-Pickle, yeah, that name fits you
You're yucky, don't miss a dropped star
I love it when you do me in back of the car
You's a hot heated porno shooter, sex tooter
Barracuda, standin' in the nude
Girl, you the reason why my dick standin' heavy
Fuckin' in the Chevy, house lakefront, a levy
I wanna dedicate this song to the, named Betty

Written by:
Dwayne Carter, James Johnson, Kenton Benson

Publisher:
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Reservoir Media Management, Inc., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.

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