Pinky Shinin by Ludacris Lyrics
[Hook]
My pinky shinin' with diamonds
My index on the Ruger
My pinky shinin' with diamonds
My index on the Ruger
My pinky shinin' with diamonds
My index on the Ruger
Now with these ho's and their see-saw's
Just call me Freddy Krueger
My pinky shinin' with diamonds
My index on the Ruger
My pinky shinin' with diamonds
My index on the Ruger
My pinky shinin' with diamonds
My index on the Ruger
Now with these ho's and their see-saw's
Just call me Freddy Krueger
[Verse 1: Ludacris]
(Luda!)
My pinky shinin' with diamonds
My index on the Rug'
I'm a dog for this paper, don't wanna get bit
Lil' buddy don't touch my food
Don't touch my skri'lla
Got killa's that'll whoop your head boy
Who the hell gon' bring home the bacon
To the fam' if you end up dead, boy
Luda, I'm so true to smokin' that stanky buddha
So high, that when I get behind that Cadillac wheel
I can't maneuver, I'll chew the
Hell out of an MC that call my name out
The partners that will pop the trunk and *click click*
Show you what that thing 'bout
Shoot shoot up in the air
Wave it all around like you just don't care
They ask if I'm a rapper and I say NO
I'm a self-made millionaire (yeah)
Get it right little buddy go on do your homework
Got flows that'll make you bob your head
Until your dome hurts
Go on squirt, bitch dis this business here for grown folks
If you ain't got no money then take yo', take your
Broke ass home folk
I'm talkin' 8 figures (what,) ain't talkin' simple cash (what?)
My life is complex (ok,) go on with your simple ass
[Hook]
[Verse 2: Small World
(Let's go!)
Let's give it to the mind of a man
Who the mind over manner, won't beef like rude Chris
You gotta know that you gotta go through
Me and my clique if you want to get to Ludacris
I'm a real street dude with a chip on a shoulder
The size of a boulder, my heart got colder
Since I got signed and I got
My pinky ring frozen up like I'm polar (yeah)
Young but I act like I'm older
Cause my money got growed up, my gun got a motor
That I crank like that Roosevelt
For that bread I pop that toaster (uh)
Tity Boi, Dolla Boy, Willy Northpole
Brolic, Shareefa, Shawnna, Bobby, BlockXChange and
Serious Jones, and jackpot hotter than a sauna (sauna)
Shark have released a monster, we done told you (hey)
We just gettin' started
Catch me in a party in ATL and
I bet your baby don't got more bottles (no)
I'm from Raleigh North Carolina (yeah)
Get in line 'fore I get you lined up
Push your weave back, to where your neck at
At the top of your spinal (yeah)
When my album drop, they'll worry in Compton
To see how much I have been copied (yeah)
Lil' mamma don't want me to stop it (no)
Cause I keep goin' like an energizer
I'm worth more than your billion dollars (yeah)
And, my swag's phenomenal
See me in Prada, Louis Vuitton
It's why I get compliments from your momma
Cause my
[Hook]
My pinky shinin' with diamonds
My index on the Ruger
My pinky shinin' with diamonds
My index on the Ruger
My pinky shinin' with diamonds
My index on the Ruger
Now with these ho's and their see-saw's
Just call me Freddy Krueger
My pinky shinin' with diamonds
My index on the Ruger
My pinky shinin' with diamonds
My index on the Ruger
My pinky shinin' with diamonds
My index on the Ruger
Now with these ho's and their see-saw's
Just call me Freddy Krueger
[Verse 1: Ludacris]
(Luda!)
My pinky shinin' with diamonds
My index on the Rug'
I'm a dog for this paper, don't wanna get bit
Lil' buddy don't touch my food
Don't touch my skri'lla
Got killa's that'll whoop your head boy
Who the hell gon' bring home the bacon
To the fam' if you end up dead, boy
Luda, I'm so true to smokin' that stanky buddha
So high, that when I get behind that Cadillac wheel
I can't maneuver, I'll chew the
Hell out of an MC that call my name out
The partners that will pop the trunk and *click click*
Show you what that thing 'bout
Shoot shoot up in the air
Wave it all around like you just don't care
They ask if I'm a rapper and I say NO
I'm a self-made millionaire (yeah)
Get it right little buddy go on do your homework
Got flows that'll make you bob your head
Until your dome hurts
Go on squirt, bitch dis this business here for grown folks
If you ain't got no money then take yo', take your
Broke ass home folk
I'm talkin' 8 figures (what,) ain't talkin' simple cash (what?)
My life is complex (ok,) go on with your simple ass
[Hook]
[Verse 2: Small World
(Let's go!)
Let's give it to the mind of a man
Who the mind over manner, won't beef like rude Chris
You gotta know that you gotta go through
Me and my clique if you want to get to Ludacris
I'm a real street dude with a chip on a shoulder
The size of a boulder, my heart got colder
Since I got signed and I got
My pinky ring frozen up like I'm polar (yeah)
Young but I act like I'm older
Cause my money got growed up, my gun got a motor
That I crank like that Roosevelt
For that bread I pop that toaster (uh)
Tity Boi, Dolla Boy, Willy Northpole
Brolic, Shareefa, Shawnna, Bobby, BlockXChange and
Serious Jones, and jackpot hotter than a sauna (sauna)
Shark have released a monster, we done told you (hey)
We just gettin' started
Catch me in a party in ATL and
I bet your baby don't got more bottles (no)
I'm from Raleigh North Carolina (yeah)
Get in line 'fore I get you lined up
Push your weave back, to where your neck at
At the top of your spinal (yeah)
When my album drop, they'll worry in Compton
To see how much I have been copied (yeah)
Lil' mamma don't want me to stop it (no)
Cause I keep goin' like an energizer
I'm worth more than your billion dollars (yeah)
And, my swag's phenomenal
See me in Prada, Louis Vuitton
It's why I get compliments from your momma
Cause my
[Hook]