Loud Pipes

I put piss stains on private planes

'Cause it's my jet, ****

Money ain't shit 'cause

My Rottweilers drink Moet

Diamond baguette bracelets for my lovers

Player, I use Cristal to lubricate rubbers

Who got shit on his wrist

That cost three nickel?

Who got the project on lock

When that **** slinging pickle?

Who got a Benz

A Prowler, Playboy, and a 'Vette?

Tell the truth, who fucked you

On the same night when we met?

Now who got baby mamas

From N.O. to New York

Who got every bitch attention

In this motherfucker when he talk?

Now who the fuck we talkin' 'bout?

Look, y'all don't know?

I'll give you a hint

See that bitch you with

He fucked that hoe

Now look here

Y'all ain't seen my watch

It's like Harlem world video

White diamonds, red rubies

Blue baguettes, I don't know

Shawty, when the next time

I'ma be up in your bed

I love you, you love me

Well go 'head on

And gimme some head

Loud pipes, big rims

Wodie, that's our life

When we pull up at the club

Sorry, that's our night

I know a lot of haters out there

Saying that that's not right

But our diamonds are much bigger

So, that's our life

Loud pipes, big rims

Wodie, that's our life

When we pull up at the club

Sorry, that's our night

I know a lot of haters out there

Saying that that's not right

But our diamonds are much bigger

So, that's our life

I told soul I need something

With some helluva eyes

**** came back with a helluva price

There ain't nothing

These hoes doing hella wrong (Violating)

Callin these **** on our cell phone (Violating)

Bitch riding Benz on 20-inch chrome

Gimme the key, the car, hoe

And the alarm

For my prowler, my Jag, my Benz

And my home (Give it here)

Bitch, you'll never ride 20-inch chrome

I love the shine

That's why the chopper's mine

Hit my block in my Benz

Hoe with stretched tires

Bought a new car that I couldn't drive

Ordered the tunes

Before a **** could drive

Now put the Bose system

Right behind my eyes

With the VC's and TV's

So a **** could shine

With my ice bling bling

Like a nine-to-five

And tell all my hoes

They don't need no job

Loud pipes, big rims

Wodie, that's our life

When we pull up at the club

Sorry, that's our night

I know a lot of haters out there

Saying that that's not right

But our diamonds are much bigger

So, that's our life

Loud pipes, big rims

Wodie, that's our life

When we pull up at the club

Sorry, that's our night

I know a lot of haters out there

Saying that that's not right

But our diamonds are much bigger

So, that's our life

I ride the best from a Benz

To a Jag to a Beamer to a Lex

Might fly first-class on Delta

Helicopter or a jet

I'm a stunner, I'm a repper

Geezy like to shine

Drink Don, Moet, Cris

See that's the finest wine

20 inches is the only thing

I'll sit my shit on

Don't bring your bitch around me

'Cause my dick she'll wanna sit on

And I ain't gon' tell her

Nothing different

That's your issue

But after she come back

Your best shot is not to kiss her

Hoes sick of saying, damn

Look at fresh pinky ring

Look at BG watch

That bitch blingalingaling

I'm a ice-wearer

Trust me, you will never

See me sporting nothing

That ain't 20gs or better

Me and Wayne take the left

Juve and Baby take the right

It's dark in the room

We hold up our watches and it's light

Cash Money millionaires living a helluva life

Like my **** Weezy says

Surrounded by ice

Loud pipes, big rims

Wodie, that's our life

When we pull up at the club

Sorry, that's our night

I know a lot of haters out there

Saying that that's not right

But our diamonds are much bigger

So, that's our life

Loud pipes, big rims

Wodie, that's our life

When we pull up at the club

Sorry, that's our night

I know a lot of haters out there

Saying that that's not right

But our diamonds are much bigger

So, that's our life

Now I'm shinin' beamin' glossin'

Big timin' stuntin' and flossin'

Lamborghini sitting on broads

With two more in my garages

Plus a blue and black Ferrari

With Nintendo and Atari

Man, I swear the car is awesome

Vroom, sorry we lost 'em

I'm back

I pull up smelling like

Dime sacks and cognac

I leave in the Hummer

Hour later I'm flying back

Private jet's about to land

The women fall out

When I let 'em touch my hand

I get off the plane

Into a Mercedes-Benz van

TVs all over

With chrome 20-inch fans

Damn, goddamn

Man, I am, L-I-L Weezy

Off the heezy

Still in all

Ice flooding on my watch

And in my grill and all

Porch blocks, front blocks

Still in all

Me and Slim in the Rover

Beatrice brick holder

Cash Money, young Soulja

Loud pipes, big rims

Wodie, that's our life

When we pull up at the club

Sorry that's our night

I know a lot of haters out there

Sayin' that's not right

But our diamonds are much bigger

So, that's our life

Loud pipes, big rims

Wodie, that's our life

When we pull up at the club

Sorry, that's our night

I know a lot of haters out there

Saying that that's not right

But our diamonds are much bigger

So, that's our life

Loud pipes big rims

Wodie, that's our life

When we pull up at the club

Sorry, that's our night

I know a lot of haters out there

Saying that that's not right

But our diamonds are much bigger

So, that's our life