Stuntastic - Big Tymers F/ B.G. & Lil Wayne

[B.G.] 
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 [B.G.]) 
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' 

[Baby] 
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 [B.G.]) 
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' 

[Mannie Fresh] 
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 

[B.G.] 
It's, zero, zero, zero, comma, zero, (comma), 
stop (stop), freeze (freeze) 

[Mannie Fresh] 
Whatever you got, lil' daddy, believe me - I been had it 
It's just in my life and my nature and my way to be stuntastic 

(Hook - 3x [B.G.]) 
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' 

[B.G.] 
Nigga, 
We ballerific and stuntastic, ya heard me 
Baby, Mannie Fresh, B.Geezy 
You dig 
Stun'n 'til we can't stunt no motherfuckin' more, nigga 
Reppin' 'til we can't rep no motherfuckin' more, nigga 
Huntin' 'til we can't hunt no motherfuckin' more, nigga 
From Lamborghinis to Bentley's to Ferrari's to Jaguars to Hummers 
To whatever you got - we got it and then some 
Ya heard me 
From princess cuts to baguettes 
to whatever kind of diamonds they got, we got it, nigga 
It don't stop, ya heard me 
Cash Money, nigga, got the rap game on lock 
How you love that 
Baby, Mannie Fresh - they got that work, nigga 
And I got that pistol under my shirt, nigga 
Yeah slip up if you want 
You get put sixty feet under the dirt, nigga 
CMR-a, Hot Boys, Cash Money