[Intro - Chamillionaire - up, hold up If you got for a dollar in your pocket right now Then time to exit the club If you've been sippin out the 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 to step your game up
ch-ch-cheah, ch-ch-cheah, ch-ch-cheah, mayne
[Chorus - Got a grand hold it up (up) With your left hand and say man hold up (man up) Boys in the front up (up) the fat stacks in the club, that's us (man that's us) My boys got the sewed up Stacks so fat, that they can't up (can't fold up) The girls in the club us (us) Because we act bad we show up (sho nuff)
- Chamillionaire] 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, better guard your (just paid Johnny partner) Uh, yeah, in "Gentlemen's" These other boys is holdin ones, we holdin (that's real talk) Uh, yeah, go ahead and 'em in Cause we so rich, them haters sick, but no medicine (them haters sick) Uh, yeah, harassin us Who's vehicle is 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 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, it if you bad enough But if you not get up outta or back it up (back, 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 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 outta candy ESV's Uh, (yeah), she tried to kept 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 I've been makin hits legit as Rap-A-Lot (what up International Red) Uh, yeah, let off the gas and if you spinnin like 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, boys in the can watch (already) Uh, yeah, they my cash 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 won't (ch-cheah) I stay grindin 'til my casket drop (Chamillitary mayne) They told me talk is cheap, but broke hoes be sure 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, for fetti like it's fettuccine Got a problem, they see me, cause I'ma it, believe me Better be good at magic and bottle the genie Had to holla at Jay, the neck just look better blingy Wanna be me, I'm just too to be duplicated If you don't know me, 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 nonsense is if you on dubs, especially if you on hubs Them sixes is stationary, but somethin you will love 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 that paper, if you say that we're not It's obvious you somewhere up under a rock Got 'em staring outside, love how the trunk pop Like E-N-T is me, they be all on my Yung Joc Reppin them blocks, where them hustlers they all ready Your lady all hung up on you, now she callin your celly And that's because y'all petty, my for sure heavy Don't play that boy deadly with hands like that boy Freddie