Lyrics Get Your Shine On - Birdman feat. Lil Wayne

Yeah
We gon' go old school
Ya know what I'm saying
If you from where I'm from
Ya know what I'm talkin bout
The way we do this here
This is a cash money classic
And I feel couldn't nobody do it the way imma do it
Ya know what I'm saying
So, here we go world, I'm bringin it to your world from my world
Ya know what I'm talking bout look I say

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
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

In one you trust, the neighborhood is us
And everything that I ride is 22s and up
And everytime that I slide, you know I'm platinum plus
Make the hood understand that we trying to come up
24s on trucks, just the neighborhood lust
Tell Lil One be cool everybody coming up
Cause everybody wanna ride, everybody wanna shine
So how ya love that people? Everybody on the grind
And these projects cuts ya, ya hood rich living lavish
Those 14s, you know we had to have it

Once upon a time it was nothing but magic
Hustling right in front of my mama, Ms. Gladys
Chasin paper paper chasing, look thats all we know
Coming through the neighborhood on them 24s
Bet a thousand, shoot a thousand, nigga up it some more
Fast money, Cash Money, thats all I know One

They say I walk around like I got an S on my chest
That be that Cash Money Piece, flow rest in the deck
I'ma specially set, no testin the best
Be in class, no pencil, no test on the desk
I'll make your mouthpiece so beast like Delereese
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 Jeff Bailey, I'm gone with it
A chrome kitted, a foam pit in the back of it
Phony tittie bitches come home with me, get the business
I made bling bling, I'm like a lighthouse

So shut that ice in cause he ain't iced out
Pay attention closely, you niggas can never roast me
Cause the maker of the Testerosta knows me
Oh hes so arrogant, the cocky kind
But you always looking cause I'ma shine, thats 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
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

Loud mics and big rims, nigga thats my life
Come through the neighborhood with my homeboy price
Lets get it understood, nigga thats my price
Come through the neck of the woods, you be alright
Cause I'm pimping, I'm pimping pimping, I'm coming thru
And I'm dipping, I'm dipping dipping, them 22s
And they spinning, they spinnin spinning, them sprewells nigga
Them sprewells nigga, we making mail nigga
Don't need no introduction in this

I can grind in every ghetto, trying to stay hood rich
You can ask a nigga bout me, you know I'm bout my shit
I was made by guerillas, raised the hot boy click
Cause I'm the Birdman and I'll do you something bad
You heard man that I been slanging them slacks
Thats my word man, I won't stunt nigga
I won't stunt nigga, I'm gonna stunt nigga, One