[Hook x2: Juicy J & La Chat] She like them twenties sittin' tall on the truck You ain't mad is ya Love to shake that thang and back it up You ain't mad is ya Tryin' to catch a baller with them figures You ain't mad is ya Gold diggers, we call em' gold diggers
[La Chat] You petty niggas get the fuck on, you got nothin' on us Jones You flodgin' like you on, just because you got a cell phone You need to come on down man, you think that I am so lame I worked out with them fifteens and I'm ridin' on them chrome thangs So what the fuck's that tellin' you, I'm a ballerhollic too Always fresh as hell, with them twelve gold, grillin fool When you see me in the club, I be checkin out the thugs Scopin' out from head to toe, lookin' for a baller ho Wanna holla at me, you gotta drop off that cheese I'm lookin' for some real G's, I'm so damn money hungry I'm hot off all you niggas, I'm mad about my figures I got no time for playin' games, I'm fucked up on that liquor So ain't no need in stallin' I see you over there ballin' You kickin' it with yo dog and the shots I here you callin' I need to holla at cha' my nig I gots to get cha' Ain't worried about a damn thang cause I know I'm gonna sweat cha'
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[Juicy J] No chickenhead get no respect trick And these cowards get a classic playa pluckin' on 'em I be's bout paper, I be's bout green I be some where workin' with a triple beam Gettin' my freak on, keepin' my mouth strong Off in somebody's hood with a big tone Sometimes man it's dangerous life that Bang yo baby mama, now he hate that
[DJ Paul] Don't get mad dog, used to be man Supplyin' broads with the cheese off ya work man Table dances, tricks and trances Big ol' pimps breakin' wenches through romances Dances with wolves, lil' red ridin' I'm on the prowl, wow, don't be hidin' I'll be findin' where that hot spot Get that thang wet, make that thang pop
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[La Chat] You see I be up on these niggas, I'm tryin' to see Can he fulfill my needs and give me cheese Shit a bitch that want cho' pockets, I'm checkin' wallets ATM, yo check book whatever you call it I'm a mack, I spit my pimpin' and get chu' hooked You shouldn't have looked cause once you look, you gon' get took Be out the frame, I'm runnin' thangs It ain't no doubt, I'll take yo check And with respect, I'll put chu' out I'll break you down, you say you pimp You gon' get ganked, I got chu' mean Mean whipped withdraws out from yo bank You super trickin' and then you lickin' I let it be known it ain't no stickin' You say you hittin' man I be trippin' all the time I know the biz, you think you slick, you tell yo friends That chu' be in, ain't that some shit I need that fetti, that ghetty, ghetty Man I be yetty, you gon' let me This shit is hectic, you shouldn't have met me
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