[Verse 1: Mannie Fresh]

I put piss stains on private planes, 'cause it's my jet, nigga

Money ain't shit 'cause my Rottweilers drink Moët

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 nigga slanging 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 the N.O. to New York?

Who got every bitch's attention in this motherfucker when he talk?

Now, who the fuck we talking about, look— y'all don't know?

I'll give you a hint: see that bitch you with?

He fucked that ho

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

Shorty, 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

[Chorus: Juvenile]

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

[Verse 2: Baby]

I told 'Soul' I need something

With some hell of a ice

Nigga came back with a hell of a price

That ain't nothing, these hoes doing hella wrong

Calling these niggas on our cell phone

Bitch riding Benz on twenty-inch chrome

Give me the key, the car, ho, and the alarm

For my Prowler, my Jag, my Benz and my home

Bitch, you'll never ride twenty-inch chrome

I love to shine, that's why the chopper's mine

Hit my block in my Benz, ho, with stretch tires

Bought a new car that I couldn't drive

Bought it to tunes before a nigga could drive

When I put the Bose system right behind my eyes

With the VC's and TV's so a nigga could shine

Let my ice bling bling like a 9 to 5

And tell all my hoes they don't need no job

[Chorus: Juvenile]

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

[Verse 3: B.G.]

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 stunter, I'm a repper, Geezy like to shine

Drink Don, Moët, and Crissy, see that's the finest wine

Twenty inches is the only thing I sit my shit on

Don't bring yo' bitch around me 'cause my dick she'll wanna sit on

And I ain't gonna tell her nothing different, that's your issue

But after she come back, your best out is not to kiss her

Whole city sayin' damn, look at Fresh pinky ring

Look at B.G. watch, that bitch bling-a-ling-a-ling

I'm a ice wearer, trust me, you will never

See me sporting nothing that ain't twenty G's 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 hell of a life

Like my nigga Weezy said, we surrounded by ice

[Chorus: Juvenile]

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

[Verse 4: Lil Wayne]

Woah, woah, woah

Now I'm shinin' beamin' glossin', Big Tymin' stuntin' and flossin'

Lamborghini sitting on broaders 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

Whoosh, private jet's about to land

The women fall out when I let them touch my hand

I get out the plane into a Mercedes Benz van

TVs all over with chrome twenty-inch fans, damn

Goddamn, man, I am, L-I-L, Weezy, off the heezy

But still in awe, ice floodin' on my watch

And in my grill and all, Porsche Box', front blocks

Skrrt! Peeling off, me and Slim in the Rover

Beatrice brick holder, Cash Money young soldier

[Chorus: Juvenile]

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