Talking (Juvenile): Suga Slim Million Dollar spot
    Verse 1: Juvenile
    Wodie ask them motherfuckers how the CMB play it
  Tanqueray and Alize it, take the llello and weigh it
  735's I drive fits ta match, when I past
  Bitches ask, "Who the fuck was that?"
  Girl thats Juvenile you don't know'em he on fire
  17 inch momos black magic on his tires
  Crushed out stoned, plushed out homes, cellular phones
  And concerts in the Superdome
  Now I can pump my Beamer and play the Navigator
  Sport tailor made outfits with matchin alligators
  Visa gold, bank account on swole
  Got my million dollar destiny under control
  Millions a fantasy, Juvenile's reality
  Bitch I write my own checks bitch I pay my own salary
  You want business with me
  Boss playa ya have to be
  I'ma million dollar nigga these bithces run after me
  I got a gold and crome Beretta
  I got a 1997 Mercedes compressor
  And I can bet a - hundred G's and my pockets won't hurt
  Nigga set for life nigga puttin' in work
    (Chorus) 2x
  All kinds of cars
  Neighborhood superstar
  Feared by many and loved by broads
    Verse 2: Baby
    Neighborhood superstar
  Ridin' in these pretty cars
  Uptown niggas livin' like movie stars
  Flyin' ta tennessee chillin' with lil jimmie
  And transportin' coke back and forth to my city
  Takin' flights
  Be in Las Vegas over night
  Chillin' with Lo Jack
  Sippin' on cognac
  Goin' to casinos
  Gamblin' with the young ninos
  Loosin' 20 Gs worth of C notes
  Nigga I sold dope all my life
  Turned a hundred Gs into two million over night
  I guess cuz I'm rich
  These hoes say I'm a stuntin' bitch
  Thats why I look at all these hoes like the aint shit
  But I'm a star
  Bitch you can keep that gar
  Give me the money and a brand new car
  Livin' in eastover dealin' big balla parties
  Invitin' all the fuckin' female roovers
  Ridin' in lambruginis
  Beaches hoes and bikinis
  Me and Fresh tag teamin'
  Ridin' in convertible land roovers
  Hoes be sweatin' cuz of the mouth full of golds
  Nigga baallin' out of control
    (Chorus) 2x
    Verse 3: Mannie Fresh
    I come with TVs and VCRs in the cars
  And I pack a big dick down in tha draws
  I'm a neighborhood peppa boy
  Platinum steppa boy
  Rolls Royce of my choice not a reppa boy
  Young G
  Ridin' in a hum v
  Broads tellin' bitches tellin' hoes come see
  20 inch rims, on Yokahama slims
  Check the neck for the diamonds and the gems
  Don't nobody got mo ends than me
  Don't nobody drive a fuckin' benz like me
  I got a house in cali and a ranch in texas
  17 inches on a brand new lexus
  Picture project hoes dancin' on marble floors
  Kissin' one nigga from his head to his toes
  Who you wanna be like manny or mike
  How you gone shine dark or bright
  Cuz these hoes be wishin' to ride in a 97 expedition
  When I pass I make'em stop look and listen
  For tryin' ta follow tha big body empala
  Don't love'em don't need'em bitch sorry can't holla
    verse 4: Lil Wayne
    Now tell me what kinda
  Nigga got diamonds that'll *bling* blind ya
  I'm only 14 I'm a big tymer
  I'm sittin' on crome all week shiner
  My golds hang low
  Crystal on the flo
  I'ma flex
  Twenty thousand dollar rolex
  I got my name on a street up in every city
  And look everywhere I be I got a mirror wit me
  Look I'm feared by many loved by broads
  I'm livin' marvelous I'ma superstar (superstar)
    (Chorus) 4x