[Intro]
Still struggling boy you already know
Still shining in this motherfucker
Yeah, yeah, okay you feel me n***a you feel me?
Gotta shine for my momma everyday and every motherfucking way
Taliban World n***a you feel me n***a?
Fuck all that bullshit we coming straight for the top n***a
Taking over the game n***a
Souljah'd up boy, souljah love boy you feel me n***a?
Fuck money but n***a still tryna get it you feel me n***a?
It ain't shit n***a going rich just to get broke n***a fuck it
Shine

[Chorus]
LIL SHYNE, LIL SHYNE
I let my wrist shine, shine
Look at the sunshine, aye, aye
Then I count the money roll, pow-wow
LIL SHYNE, LIL SHYNE
I let my wrist shine, shine
Look at the sunshine, aye, aye
Then I count the money roll, pow-wow

[Verse 1]
Pow-wow 'Rari white whip, whip
Motorola phone, had a flip, flip
Money still twerk like a hood bitch
Fuck getting money watch my teeth glist
I need a goth hoe, what I mean
Lil' shawty 16 slanging all that white shit
9 inch nail bitch hit licks
LIL SUNSHYNE blunt 2 lips
Young n***a, hotboy, too lit
I need a 3rd ward chick with some lil' tits
Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, Honda still whip
28 inch rims, yeah, they still glist
Gold mouth daddy, teeth still glist
Fuck a old hoe, I need a new bitch
I'm a princess and a king, I need no bitch
But shouts out to my damn goth bitch
You know I love you even though it don't seem it
Throwing 7s up, prayed up, fuck a demon
Yeah, you hoes dog, yeah, I see you bitches scheming
When I pull up, bitch, I'm already leaving
[Chorus]
LIL SHYNE, LIL SHYNE
I let my wrist shine, shine
Look at the sunshine, aye, aye
Then I count the money roll, pow-wow
LIL SHYNE, LIL SHYNE
I let my wrist shine, shine
Look at the sunshine, aye, aye
Then I count the money roll, pow-wow

[Verse 2]
Stay countin' guap like a thot bitch
LIL SUNSHYNE on the block, bitch
Emo diamonds check my wrist, bitch
New cellphone and a new bitch
Pow-wow 'Rari shawty whip, whip
[?] with a dope boy whip bitch
Still smoke mid on my old shit
Throwing 4s up let 'em know how we coming
Shawty hit my phone like, "When you coming?"
Motorola flip 'cause a young n***a hustling
Beep, beep, engine runnin'
Yo Gotti Hummer, look like it snowed or something
Shawty slanging snow or something
White teeth gold slugs for the summer
Gotta shine up, yeah, n***a, for my momma
I'm a baby, I gotta get a foreign Hummers
[Chorus]
LIL SHYNE, LIL SHYNE
I let my wrist shine, shine
Look at the sunshine, aye, aye
Then I count the money roll, pow-wow
LIL SHYNE, LIL SHYNE
I let my wrist shine, shine
Look at the sunshine, aye, aye
Then I count the money roll, pow-wow