Hot Boys
Neighborhood Superstar
[Intro: Juvenile]
Suga Slim, Million Dollar spot
Whodie

[Verse 1: Juvenile]
Ask them motherf**kers how the CMB play it
Tanqueray and Alize it, take the llello and weigh it
735's I drive, fits to match
When I pa**, b*t*hes ask, "Who the f**k was that?"
Girl that's Juvenile, you don't know he on fire
17-inch momos, black magic on his tires
Crushed out stones, plushed out homes
Cellular phones and concerts in the Superdome
Now I can park my Beamer, and play the Navigator
Sport tailor-made outfits with matching alligators
Visa gold, bank account on swole
Got my million dollar destiny under control
Millions a fantasy, Juvenile's reality
B*t*h I write my own checks, b*t*h I pay my own salary
You want business with me
Boss playa ya have to be
I'm a million dollar n***a, these b*t*hes run after me
I got a gold and chrome Beretta
I got a 1997 Mercedes compressor
And I can bet a hundred G's that my pockets won't hurt
N***a set for life n***a puttin' in work
[Chorus: Lil Wayne]
All kinds of cars
Neighborhood superstars
Feared by many and loved by broads
All kinds of cars
Neighborhood superstars
Feared by many and loved by broads

[Verse 2: Baby]
Neighborhood superstar
Ridin' in these pretty cars
Uptown n***as livin' like movie stars
Flyin' to Tennessee, chillin' with Lil Jimmie
And transportin' coke back and forth to my city
Takin' flights, be in Las Vegas overnight
Chillin' with Lo-Jack
Sippin' on cognac
Goin' to casinos
Gamblin' with the young Ninos
Losin' 20 Gs' worth of C-notes
N***a I sold dope all my life
Turned a hundred Gs into two million overnight
I guess cus I'm rich
These hoes say I'm a stuntin' b*t*h
Thats why I look at all these hoes like the ain't sh*t
But I'm a star
B*t*h you can keep that gar
Give me the money and a brand new car
Livin' in Eastover, dealin' big baller parties
Invitin' all the f**kin' female rovers
Ridin' in Lamborghini
Beaches, hoes and bikinis
Me and Fresh tag teamin'
Ridin' in convertible land rovers
Hoes be sweatin' cus of the mouth full of golds
N***a ballin' out of control
[Chorus: Lil Wayne]
All kinds of cars
Neighborhood superstars
Feared by many and loved by broads
All kinds of cars
Neighborhood superstars
Feared by many and loved by broads

[Verse 3: Mannie Fresh]
I come with TVs and VCRs in the cars
And I, pack a big d**k down in the draws
I'm a neighborhood pepper boy
Platinum stepera boy
Rolls Royce of my choice, not a rapper boy
Young G, ridin' in a Humvee
Broads tellin' b*t*hes, 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 f**kin' 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 n***a from his head to his toes
Who you wanna be like, Mannie or Mike?
How you gone shine, dark or bright
Cus these hoes be wishin' to ride in a '97 Expedition
When I pa** I make 'em stop look and listen
For tryin' ta follow, the big body Impala
Don't love 'em, don't need 'em, b*t*h sorry can't holla
[Verse 4: Lil Wayne]
Now tell me what kinda
N***a got diamonds that'll *bling* blind ya
I'm only 14 I'm a Big Tymer
I'm sittin' on chrome, all week shiner
My 'bauds 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 with me
Look I'm feared by many, loved by broads
I'm living marvelous, I'm a superstar (superstar)

[Chorus: Lil Wayne]
All kinds of cars
Neighborhood superstars
Feared by many and loved by broads
All kinds of cars
Neighborhood superstars
Feared by many and loved by broads