[Intro - - talking] Hold up, up If you got change for a dollar in your right now it's time to exit the club If you've been out the same cup since you got here and now you swallowin ice (woo) it's time to exit the club If you one toss and all the money you had disappeared, then please step to the rear Then it's time to step game up
ch-ch-cheah, ch-ch-cheah, ch-ch-cheah, mayne
- Chamillionaire] Got a couple hold it up (up) With your left and say man hold up (man hold up) in the front blowin up (up) With the fat stacks in the club, us (man that's us) My boys got the sewed up Stacks so fat, that they can't fold up (can't up) The in the club know us (us) we act bad everytime we show up (sho nuff)
[Verse - Yeah, you it's on tonight I got 'em for my tip when I'm in "Harlem Nights" ($5 Tuesdays nigga) Uh, and I got on all this ice (woo) I just came from Johnny the Jeweler, better 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 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 passin We kick 'em out that candy door, they right back to us (come right back to us, already) Uh, yeah, the plaques 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 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 outta candy ESV's Uh, (yeah), she tried to kept on me when I spot 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 like forgot that I've makin 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 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 grindin 'til my casket drop (now run it back) Uh, yeah, they want my cash to stop, but it stop (ch-cheah) cause I stay '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 walkin 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, I'ma solve it, believe me be good at magic and bottle 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 don't know me, yeah you never met me, you should hate it You can have an opinion, but I one to debate it If you spinners, stop it, that nonsense is overrated Even if you on dubs, if you on hubs sixes is stationary, but somethin that you will love Shout out to the and cuz, shout out to my B and bloods We tryna be gangsta, for real, we just doin us we gettin that paper, if you say that we're not It's obvious you residin somewhere up a rock Got 'em staring outside, they love how the pop Like Block E-N-T is me, be all on my Yung Joc Reppin them hard blocks, where them hustlers all ready Your lady all hung up on you, now she your boy's celly And that's because petty, my paper's for sure heavy Don't play cause boy deadly with hands like that boy Freddie