Remix, remix, ha ha
  
  [Hook]
  Is it cause them boys is out there shinin', (shinin')
  Maybe cause them boys is out there grindin', (grindin')
  Platinum pieces wid Canary diamonds, (diamonds)
  The haters is talkin' but never mind them (never mind them)
  (2x)
  
  [Skillz]
  I don't even push caine and I push the brain
  Ahead of the game, came in range
  Not the Rover never pullin' over
  smooth like Hova gettin' older, (it's the remix)
  Not the mafia but the three six is parked outside
  Got you thinkin' how you got, left with a Lincoln
  Me and Flip on some new shit
  We stayin' alive no bullshit
  Stick to the motto, pump a few bottles
  fuck a few models, feel no sorrow
  People said to slow my roll
  But the bread's comin' fast and I know
  That the platinum pieces keep me shinin'
  Thinkin' of my mother keeps me grindin'
  Entered the game at a young age
  I'm on my own I'm out the cage
  If you say I'm young and I can't get in
  Use a fake I.D. with a picture of my rim
  Twenty fours, might work, who knows
  Skillz on the track with a platinum rapper
  Pockets gettin' much fatter
  
  [Hook]
  
  [Lil' Flip]
  I got, big rocks all in my cross
  Every night a different hoe I toss
  You better check the facts check the stacks
  Y'all niggaz lost
  How much my jewelry cost
  Just ask my nigga Boss
  It's winter time so you know the birds flyin' south
  So spread it word of mouth, I'm tryna get 'em all
  We from the Clover nigga we gon' make it through the drought
  Got thirty in the vault, got fifty on my neck
  A hundred on my wrist, three hundred on my check
  Five hundred on my Benz, four hundred for my friends
  We rollin' on lorenz, watch the spinners spin
  We pimpin' hoes like Ken, we never drink on gin
  My records always spin, I gotta win nigga
  
  [Hook]
  
  [Play]
  No matter what the mood is, in a throwback Saint Louis
  Shinin' and grindin' these ain't no birds these is Canary diamonds
  So quit ya yappin', rappin' before I get to clappin'
  From the 2-1-4, 7-1-3 I stay on my Q's stay on my P's
  I do what I do I do it wid ease, so bitch please
  The topic is, the fact that I'm shinin'
  Windows down and yo I'm grindin'
  Not the Clipse but I got some clips
  Ten stacks, and I make a hit
  Then I flip to a brick and add a five
  Hit the block, now it's time to grind
  Pants saggin' money braggin'
  Playin' a one coachin' a two
  H-one, H-twos, flippin' a Jag bounce in a coupe
  From state to state, bitches to models
  Pop the bottle different zones
  Time zone, fire's on, whooo!
  I'm in jacob zone
  
  [Hook]
  
  It's the remix
  Shinin' (southside)
  Grindin' (northside)
  Diamonds (eastside)
  Never mind them (westside), ha ha
  That's how we do it man
  Lil flipper, underground legend
  You gotta feel me, you gotta feel me
  I ain't fuck off my budget
  You gotta feel me, haha, whoo!