Flossin Season Lyrics by Juvenile

Flossin Season Lyrics

    Man what's up Playboy?
    I know you love these Diamonds (they beautiful ha)
    Nigga, "How You Luv That?"
    All that stuntin and frontin
    It's all about them diamonds boy

    [Baby]
    Nigga it's a pretty day, and it's flossin season
    Added six tires to my new machinery
    Double R like to ball like it's no tomorrow
    Pretty broads and we fuckin these superstars
    Chrome rims, niggaz ridin new Benz
    TV's, Cadillacs with the new fends
    Wet paint, niggaz takin trips to the banks
    Hittin malls spendin twenty G's like stars
    Rolex, PlayStations in the Hummer
    Just to show these stupid hoes that we worth somethin
    My stuntin name Evel Knievel, keep it real
    Let me pop a wheelie, hoes love stuntin cause I got love
    Gold slugs, stuntin cause we got love
    Motorbike button rims cause we livin right
    Game tight take a tramp make her out a champ
    Overnight got the yole if your money right
    Solid TV's PlayStation with the B.G.
    It's all gravy playboy cause it's flossin season
    A million dollars ain't nothing to me nigga
    but a million hoes is game to me playboy

    [Chorus:[ B.G.]]

    Nahh nahh - flossers, let me see you rollin your rims
    Ballers, helicopters, bikes, and Bourbans
    It's on us, C-M-R are millionaires
    Let 'em know it's flossin season everywhere
    We flossers, let me see you rollin your rims
    Ballers, helicopters, bikes, and bourbans
    It's on us, C-M-R are millionaires
    Let 'em know it's flossin season everywhere

    [B.G.]
    I got to get my shine on, do it every time
    Seventeens on up, that's all I ride
    In ninety-eight, I been havin them hoes throwin up
    They don't know if I'm in a helicopter or in a truck
    I fuck they head up, cause I floss so much
    Police had me up cause a nigga so young (ha bruh?)
    But you know me nigga..
    that ain't gon' stop B.G. nigga (at all)
    Cause the next day you will see nigga
    me in somethin else with a TV nigga (f'real)
    Fuck it, I'ma floss like that I got scrilla
    Come try to take it, you're fuckin with a guerilla
    I got a watch you can see from a block away
    I got a chain you'll see that'll shock the day
    My click do what we say, we don't stunt wit it
    Off top Big Tymers gon' come with it
    Layin it down this month cause we got a reason (fo' sho')
    and we gon' rip shit up cause it's flossin season

    [Chorus]

    [B.G.]
    We flossers, what what what?
    I say we ballers, what what what?

    [Juvenile]
    This is the season for the flossers nigga
    Ride top notch shit, fuck what it cost you nigga
    Ain't got no TV's or CD's in it - I ain't gon' ride in it
    If it ain't no overseas type shits - I ain't gon' drive it
    This ain't the summer to swing the top off
    This the season niggaz come out on them 20's and ball
    It ain't no secret I'ma stunter, like Evel Knievel
    Jumpin out Lex's and Hummer's, showin off for my people
    When I pull up in V.I.P. they say that's a nice car
    Bitches all in my face can't even make it to the bar
    Me, broke and assed-out? Never that man
    I got some shit up in my ear you can see from a airplane
    I don't think Super D. can pull a stunt like me
    Got karats on both of my pinkies, ten thousand ap-iece
    Today I might lay low with Kent I built my house in the East
    Fuck that, I'ma play bourban it's a thousand a suite

    [Mannie Fresh]
    Who had the, first bourban with the livin room set
    Who the only nigga you know that drive a burgundy jet
    How many cities you know, named after me? (uhh..)
    It's gon' be a bunch of them motherfuckers when I finish G
    Now baby - I know you missed us
    Big daddy light up a room like Christmas
    Shine like a light bulb - rich thug
    Let that little girl come over here and give a millionaire a hug
    McGyver ain't liver than a, Big Tymer
    Big dick a million dollars and a, Pathfinder
    Mr. Betty Crocker cake maker, casino breaker
    Tell Shaq I got a half a mill' ridin on the Lakers
    Pack my bitches up and move to the hills
    Thirty days a month - thirty Automobiles
    The Lexus or Benz that come out in the year two thousand
    I got one of them bitches parked around corner by the housin
    The bike I got come out in the year two thousand ten
    Eleven fifty zoop with the batman fin
    The ring I got, Liberace want it
    He couln't afford that bitch but I can afford to flaunt it

    [Chorus]

    [B.G.]
    We flossers, what what?

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