[Intro - - talking] Hold up, up If you got change for a dollar in your right now it's time to exit the club If been sippin out the same cup since you got here and now you swallowin ice (woo) Then time to exit the club If you made one toss and all the money you had disappeared, please step to the rear Then it's time to step your up
ch-ch-cheah, ch-ch-cheah, ch-ch-cheah, mayne
- Chamillionaire] Got a couple grand it up (up) With left hand and say man hold up (man hold up) in the front blowin up (up) With the fat stacks in the club, that's us (man us) My boys got the club up Stacks so fat, that can't fold up (can't fold up) The girls in the know us (us) Because we act bad we show up (sho nuff)
[Verse - Yeah, you know on tonight I got 'em strippin for my tip I'm in "Harlem Nights" ($5 Tuesdays nigga) Uh, and I got on all this ice (woo) I just from Johnny the Jeweler, better guard your sight (just paid Johnny partner) Uh, yeah, in "Gentlemen's" These boys is holdin ones, we holdin Benjamins (that's real talk) Uh, yeah, go ahead and 'em in Cause we so rich, haters sick, but ain't no medicine (them haters sick) Uh, yeah, harassin us Who's vehicle is this? Is somethin that you've enough (for real) Uh, yeah, for passin just We kick 'em out candy door, they come right back to us (come right back to us, already) Uh, yeah, the golden was up but I saw gold and that was old, so I got plus (revenge) Uh, yeah, bring it if you bad But if you not get up here or back it up (back, back it up) Uh, Pimp C OG's, so I'm a ballin by that bar in here, like he told me (that Jones) Uh, yeah, my nigga 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 ESV's Uh, yeah (yeah), she tried to on me that's when I spot my and "Swang" it like T-R-A-E (swang and I swang and I swang to the left) Uh, yeah, don't act like y'all that been makin 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 DJ's, add the box (what up home of the Boys) Uh, yeah, we watchin Magnavox, the car TV's is big enough, boys in the back can (already) Uh, yeah, they want my to stop, but it won't stop (it won't stop) cause I stay 'til my casket drop (now run it back) Uh, yeah, they want my cash to stop, but it stop (ch-cheah) cause I stay grindin 'til my casket (Chamillitary mayne) They told me that talk is cheap, but broke hoes be talkin Used to be moonwalkin, now those be strobe hoes for sure callin, fo fos and fos crawlin Don't play with my get a broke nose and oh darling Sure starvin, hungry for fetti it's fettuccine Got a problem, they see me, cause I'ma it, believe me Better be at magic and bottle the baddest genie Had to at Jay, cause the neck just look better blingy Wanna be me, I'm 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 one to debate it If you ridin spinners, stop it, that nonsense is Even if you on dubs, especially if you on Them is stationary, but somethin that you will love Shout out to the blue and cuz, out to my B and bloods We tryna be gangsta, for real, we just doin us Yeah we that paper, if you say that we're not It's you residin somewhere up under a rock Got 'em staring outside, love how the trunk pop Like Block is me, they be all on my Yung Joc Reppin hard blocks, where them hustlers they all ready Your all hung up on you, now she callin your boy's celly And because y'all petty, my paper's for sure heavy Don't cause that boy deadly with hands like that boy Freddie