Chamillionaire

Platinum Stars

Chamillionaire


(feat. Lil Flip, Bun B) 

[Verse 1: Lil' Flip] 
-Uh, Lil' Flip 
I'm hoppin' out in a fendi suit 
I got DVD's in my bentley coupe 
I got hoes that's 22 
they buy me clothes and tennis shoes 
I'm so throwed when it come to hoes 
before I get they phone number they come outta they clothes 
I might take 'em to Papa Deaux's 
but only if she a proper hoe 
I gotta lac (what kind), a cadillac escalade 
I'm wearin' jordans (which ones), very first ones made 
I gotta watch (what kind), iced out cartier 
I gotta rolley but that's somethin' that I hardly wear 
I'm Lil' Flip, the coldest freestyle ever 
Since day one I was programmed to get this cheddar 

[Chorus] 
Who you drive? Platinum cars 
Who you pull? Platinum stars 
Who you write? Platinum bars 
Platinum teeth, inside yo jaws 
Diamond gon' rock my platinum wrist 
Platinum toilet to take a ish 
Gold is gold, and platinum is happenin' 
so whodi watch this 

[Chamillionaire] 
-Yeah, ay, it's Koopa 
Gotta green back, stack in my palm 
I come in Yukon black with alarm 
Ice on the arm and a platinum charm 
And you prolly had a thought about jackin' it nah 
Of course you didn't nigga the force is hittin' 
behind the throwback I show that the boys is trippin' 
? sky hit a force and lift him 
Top on the drop yeah of course it's missin' 
Don't want her man to know 
that I'ma hit when I'm finished I'ma hand the hoe 
Back to her man before, he even have to know 
A weddin' ring ain't somethin' I'ma hand the hoe 
Do money grow on trees? nigga the answers no 
I treat g's like seeds get a grand to grow 
Car lookin' like a zoo in a candy store 
Alligator on the floor with a candy door 
Can't stand me no, cuz I'm havin' dough 
I keep a tune on me just like a mechanic flow 
You ain't gettin' paper what you up in the game fa'? 
Gettin' paper now couldn't be a complainer 
Trunk lift up at a acute angle 
Isoceles triangle pokin' outta my swangers 
Chain cost me 10 g's 
Independent no label could pimp me 
So it really ain't a thing you could get free 
Unless you tryna get them chains off of Pimp C 
We, jammin UGK you see the jewlrey ay! 
Cover ya eyes it'll blind like a U.T. Ray 
Stay throwed in the game, holdin' the grain (yeah) 
Ice and the white gold in my chain 
Raisin' the trunk and showin' my bang 
Hoes on the swangs while the doors color change 
Nah I won't let the change go to my brain 
Respect better be somethin' you hope in the game 
You gon' mess around and get choked with ya chain 
Flip, Bun and Chamillion in control in the game 

[Chorus] 

[Bun B] 
-U (Under), G (Ground), K (Kings) 
Bitch I'm the King of the underground 
and the pope of Port Arthur 
Keep that fire heat on ya street 
and a meat in your daughter 
Got no love for a hater, got no hate for a lover 
Just distrubute my pollution, keepin' weight undercover 
My brother, now we back up on the block again 
I got them rocks again, and the blocks again 
until' the cops come in 
but see the better bring the SWAT my friend 
Because I promise that we not runnin' 
Nigga we gon' be here all day 
posted in this hallway 
Keep them cluckers comin' in cuz we serve 'em all yay 
Them nickles and dimes and quarters 
That pop of the rock you a boughta 
But ? we oughta, nigga we turnin' ya projects into the Carter 
Got automatic starters, for they automatics choppers 
And the Texas boy a automatic to break you off somethin' proper 
I knock off a bopper, break down a bird and bust me a flow 
I'm down with the Pimp and the Prince 
from now forever you don't like it you must be a hoe so 

[Chorus]