Intro - Chamillionaire - talking
Hold up, hold up If you got change for a dollar in
your pocket right now Then it's time to exit the
club If you've been sippin out the same cup since
you got here and now you swallowin ice (woo) Then
it's time to exit the club If you made one toss
and all the money you had disappeared, then please
step to the rear Then it's time to step your game up

ch-ch-cheah, ch-ch-cheah, ch-ch-cheah, Chamillitary mayne

Chorus - Chamillionaire
Got a couple grand hold it up (up) With your left
hand and say man hold up (man hold up) Boys in the
front blowin up (up) With the fat stacks in the
club, that's us (man that's us) My boys got the
club sewed up Stacks so fat, that they can't fold
up (can't fold up) The girls in the club know us
(us) Because we act bad everytime we show up (sho nuff)

Verse - Chamillionaire
Yeah, you know it's on tonight I got 'em strippin
for my tip when I'm in "Harlem Nights" ($5
Tuesdays nigga) Uh, yeah and I got on all this ice
(woo) I just came from Johnny the Jeweler, better
guard your sight (just paid Johnny partner) Uh,
yeah, in Dallas "Gentlemen's" These other boys is
holdin ones, we holdin Benjamins (that's real
talk) Uh, yeah, go ahead and send 'em in Cause we
so rich, them haters sick, but ain't no medicine
(them haters sick) Uh, yeah, police harassin us
Who's vehicle is this? Is somethin that you've
asked enough (for real) Uh, yeah, groupies for
passin just We kick 'em out that candy door, they
come right back to us (come right back to us,
already) Uh, yeah, the golden plaques was up but I
saw gold and that was old, so I got platinum plus
(revenge) Uh, yeah, bring it if you bad enough But
if you not get up outta 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 Sweet
Jones) Uh, yeah, my nigga drinks on me I got some
dough you can "Get Throwed" like the homie Bun B
(throwed, throwed) Uh, yeah, they wanna be like
me, I'm in that lot, I'm hoppin outta candy ESV's
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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 y'all forgot that I've been
makin Houston hits legit as Rap-A-Lot (what up
International Red) Uh, yeah, let off the gas and
stop if you still 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 back can watch (already) Uh, yeah,
they want my cash to stop, but it won't stop (it
won't stop) cause I stay grindin 'til my casket
drop (now run it back) Uh, yeah, they want my cash
to stop, but it won't stop (ch-cheah) cause I stay
grindin 'til my casket drop (Chamillitary mayne)
They told me that talk is cheap, but broke hoes be
sure talkin Used to be moonwalkin, now those be
strobe walkin Broke hoes for sure callin, fo fos
and fos crawlin Don't play with my paper get a
broke nose and oh darling Sure starvin, hungry for
fetti like it's fettuccine Got a problem, they see
me, cause I'ma solve it, believe me Better be good
at magic and bottle the baddest genie Had to holla
at Jay, cause the neck just look better blingy
Wanna be me, I'm just too real to be duplicated If
you don't know me, yeah you never met me, then you
should hate it You can have an opinion, but I
ain't one to debate it If you ridin spinners, stop
it, that nonsense is overrated Even if you on
dubs, especially if you on hubs Them sixes is
stationary, but somethin that you will love Shout
out to the blue and cuz, shout out to my B and
bloods We ain't tryna be gangsta, for real, we
just doin us Yeah we gettin that paper, if you say
that we're not It's obvious you residin somewhere
up under a rock Got 'em staring outside, they love
how the trunk pop Like Block E-N-T is me, they be
all on my Yung Joc Reppin them hard blocks, where
them hustlers they all ready Your lady all hung up
on you, now she callin your boy's celly And that's
because y'all petty, my paper's for sure heavy
Don't play cause that boy deadly with hands like that boy Freddie

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