[Intro - - talking] Hold up, up If you got change for a dollar in your right now Then it's time to the club If you've been sippin out the same cup since you got here and now you ice (woo) Then it's to exit the club If you made one toss and all the money you had disappeared, then please to the rear Then time to step your game up
ch-ch-cheah, ch-ch-cheah, ch-ch-cheah, Chamillitary
- Chamillionaire] Got a couple hold it up (up) With left hand 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 got the club sewed up Stacks so fat, that can't fold up (can't fold up) The in the club know us (us) we act bad everytime we show up (sho nuff)
[Verse - Yeah, you know it's on I got 'em strippin for my tip when I'm in "Harlem Nights" ($5 nigga) Uh, yeah and I got on all ice (woo) I just came from Johnny the Jeweler, guard your sight (just paid Johnny partner) Uh, yeah, in "Gentlemen's" These other is holdin ones, we holdin Benjamins (that's real talk) Uh, yeah, go and send 'em in Cause we so rich, them sick, but ain't no medicine (them haters sick) Uh, yeah, harassin us vehicle is this? Is somethin that you've asked enough (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 gold and that was old, so I got plus (revenge) Uh, yeah, it if you bad enough 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 that bar in here, like he me (that Sweet Jones) Uh, yeah, my drinks on me I got some dough you can "Get Throwed" like the Bun B (throwed, throwed) Uh, yeah, they wanna be like me, I'm in that lot, I'm hoppin outta candy Uh, (yeah), she tried to kept on me that's when I my trunk and "Swang" it like T-R-A-E (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 like them mix show DJ's, add the box (what up of the Boys) Uh, yeah, we Magnavox, the car TV's is big enough, boys in the back can watch (already) Uh, yeah, they want my cash to stop, but it stop (it won't stop) cause I stay 'til my casket drop (now run it back) Uh, yeah, want my cash to stop, but it won't stop (ch-cheah) cause I stay grindin my casket drop (Chamillitary mayne) They told me that is cheap, but broke hoes be sure talkin to be moonwalkin, now those be strobe walkin Broke hoes for sure callin, fo fos and fos Don't play with my paper get a nose and oh darling starvin, hungry for fetti like it's fettuccine Got a problem, they see me, cause solve it, believe me Better be good at magic and the baddest genie Had to at Jay, cause the neck just look better blingy be me, I'm just too real to be duplicated If you know me, yeah you never met me, then you should hate it You can have an opinion, but I ain't one to it If you ridin spinners, stop it, that is overrated if you on dubs, especially if you on hubs Them sixes is stationary, but somethin you will love Shout out to the and cuz, shout out to my B and bloods We ain't be gangsta, for real, we just doin us Yeah we gettin that paper, if you say we're not It's obvious you residin somewhere up a rock Got 'em staring outside, they how the trunk pop Like Block E-N-T is me, they be all on my Joc Reppin them hard blocks, where hustlers they all ready Your lady all hung up on you, now she callin your boy's And because y'all petty, my paper's for sure heavy Don't play cause that boy deadly with hands that boy Freddie