Birdman - Get Your Shine On ft Lil Wayne

They say I walk around like I got an S on my chest
That be that Cash Money Piece, flow rest 'em to death
I'm a specialist Vet. No testin the best
Be in class, no pencil, no test on the desk
I'll make your mouthpiece obese like Della Reese
I'm from the... south streets of beast like Lil' Weezy
F baby for the team I rep daily
I come to the defense like Champ Bailey, I'm gone with it
A chrome kitted, a foam pit in the back of it
Phony titty bitches come home with me, get the business
I made bling-bling, I'm like a lighthouse
So tuck that ice in, 'cause you ain't iced-out
Pay attention closely, you niggas can never roast me
'Cause the maker of the Testarossa knows me
Oh hes so arrogant, the cocky kind
But you always looking 'cause I'ma shine
That's right

Get your shine on
Get your shine on
Get your shine on
So nigga stop hating
Get your shine on
Get your shine on
Get your shine on
You know we gonna make it +