| What’s happenin', nigga |
| B.Geezy, Baby, Mannie Fresh, nigga |
| Big Tymers, nigga |
| You know we be stun’n our ass off, ya heard me |
| (Bling, -ling, -ling) |
| You know me and my clique stand out |
| It’s bling-a-ling every time we stick our hand out |
| Eyes can’t take it — motherfuckers turn they head around |
| I gotta laugh 'cause the neck, too, look like a glass house |
| Man, that ice the motherfucker |
| Don’t forget the whip — twenty-inches and TV’s |
| Navigation system, Dreamcast, all in the Bentley |
| Everyday of the week I be jumpin' in somethin' different |
| Bikes, Lexus Trucks — everyday I be switchin' |
| My big round, Baby, taught me how to lay my stunt down |
| Come 'round the corner once, leave, switch up, come back around |
| You know how it go down on a Sunday uptown |
| Wrist hangin' out the window of the Jag with the top down |
| Later on that evenin', corner pocket off the chain |
| But I advise you: don’t come around without that thing |
| 'Cause them vultures be out and believe they be jackin' |
| But they know I’m a made nigga — I still be stuntastic |
| (Hook — 2x) |
| It’s stuntastic |
| Straight out the plastic |
| If they got drastic |
| Big Tymers is off the heezy |
| It’s ballerific |
| Cash Money gifted |
| It’s very hard to look at them princess cuts 'cause they be glistenin' |
| I ride top-notch shit, nigga, all the hot shit |
| On a Sunday I pull out all my drop-top shit |
| I be stun’n |
| Step in the club and buy the vault |
| I know them hoes be lookin' - that’s why I play this game raw |
| It’s just in me to be the nigga that I be |
| Call me Atrice, call me Bryan, Bubble, or B. |
| You know who I am |
| You know Cash Money my fam' |
| Who else could it be with me and Geezy spinnin' that Lam' |
| Rockin' that ice, poppin' that cham' |
| Jumpin' out in front a warehouse dressed in Hot Boy wear |
| Glock on my side — you know we ain’t gettin' checked at the door |
| Get outta line, we leave a nigga brains on the dance floor |
| Back to the coffee cup and drop the ice |
| Shake it up |
| When it come out, it’s gon' fuck your eyes up |
| Like I said last time: I don’t need no introduction |
| I’m the number-one when it come down to the stun’n |
| (Hook — 2x) |
| It’s stuntastic |
| Straight out the plastic |
| If they got drastic |
| Big Tymers is off the heezy |
| It’s ballerific |
| Cash Money gifted |
| It’s very hard to look at these princess cuts 'cause they be glistenin' |
| Lil' one, I been paid |
| Two-thousand-ten escalade |
| Did I tell you how the seats made |
| Crocodile and mink suede |
| I touch y’all niggas' arms with candy-coated choppers |
| I fed these hoes fettuccini while you was feedin' 'em whoppers |
| I could take the ugliest bitch and turn her into somethin' |
| And take a whack-ass track and have that bitch bumpin' |
| Nigga, Liberacci ain’t got nothin' on me |
| I got one diamond, and one ring bigger than your whole future, g |
| Shorty, you ain’t heard the news? I’m ridin' on twenty-twos |
| I take the groom bride and give that hoe the blues |
| My neck on another level |
| My life on another level |
| Alright, you got a Benz — and, nigga, I’m pushin' the space shuttle |
| Bitch, please |
| My bank account Hercules |