[Intro - - talking] Hold up, up If you got for a dollar in your pocket right now Then it's time to exit the If you've been sippin out the cup since you got here and now you swallowin ice (woo) it's time to exit the club If you made one toss and all the money you had disappeared, then step to the rear Then it's time to your game up
ch-ch-cheah, ch-ch-cheah, ch-ch-cheah, mayne
- Chamillionaire] Got a grand hold it up (up) With your left and say man hold up (man hold up) Boys in the blowin up (up) the fat stacks in the club, that's us (man that's us) My boys got the club up Stacks so fat, they can't fold up (can't fold up) The girls in the club us (us) Because we act bad everytime we up (sho nuff)
- Chamillionaire] Yeah, you it's on tonight I got 'em for my tip when I'm in "Harlem Nights" ($5 Tuesdays nigga) Uh, yeah and I got on all ice (woo) I came from Johnny the Jeweler, better guard your sight (just paid Johnny partner) Uh, yeah, in "Gentlemen's" These other boys is ones, we holdin Benjamins (that's real talk) Uh, yeah, go ahead and 'em in Cause we so rich, them haters sick, but ain't no (them haters sick) Uh, yeah, police us Who's vehicle is this? Is somethin that you've asked (for real) Uh, yeah, groupies for just We kick 'em out that candy door, they come right back to us (come right to us, already) Uh, yeah, the plaques was up but I saw and that was old, so I got platinum plus (revenge) Uh, yeah, bring it if you bad But if you not get up outta here or back it up (back, it up) Uh, Pimp C OG's, so I'm a ballin by bar in here, like he told me (that Sweet Jones) Uh, yeah, my nigga on me I got some you can "Get Throwed" like the homie Bun B (throwed, throwed) Uh, yeah, they be like me, I'm in that lot, I'm hoppin outta candy ESV's Uh, (yeah), she tried to kept on me that's when I spot my trunk and "Swang" it like (swang and I swang and I swang to the left) Uh, yeah, don't act y'all forgot that I've been Houston hits legit as Rap-A-Lot (what up International Red) Uh, yeah, let off the gas and if you still spinnin them mix show DJ's, add the box (what up home of the Boys) Uh, yeah, we watchin Magnavox, the car TV's is big enough, in the back can watch (already) Uh, yeah, they want my cash to stop, but it won't (it won't stop) cause I stay grindin my casket drop (now run it back) Uh, yeah, they want my to stop, but it won't stop (ch-cheah) cause I stay grindin 'til my casket (Chamillitary mayne) They told me that talk is cheap, but broke be sure talkin to be moonwalkin, now those be strobe walkin Broke hoes for sure callin, fo fos and fos play with my paper get a broke nose and oh darling Sure starvin, hungry for fetti like fettuccine Got a problem, they see me, I'ma solve it, believe me Better be good at magic and bottle the baddest Had to holla at Jay, cause the neck just look blingy be me, I'm just too real to be duplicated If you don't know me, yeah you never met me, then you hate it You can have an opinion, but I ain't one to it If you ridin spinners, stop it, that nonsense is Even if you on dubs, if you on hubs Them sixes is stationary, but somethin that you will Shout out to the blue and cuz, shout out to my B and We ain't tryna be gangsta, for real, we just us Yeah we gettin that paper, if you say we're not It's obvious you somewhere up under a rock Got 'em staring outside, love how the trunk pop Block E-N-T is me, they be all on my Yung Joc Reppin hard blocks, where them hustlers they all ready Your lady all hung up on you, now she callin your boy's And that's because y'all petty, my paper's for heavy Don't play cause that boy deadly with hands like that boy