Chin checka Chin checka Chin checka, I'm the chin checka.
[Verse 1:] It was a quarter pass 3 when I ran into Rell Didn't forget my keys but my name ring bells A little white tee some Adidas with the shells Turn in the coup. Oh shoot broke a nail Let me, let me think what I gotta, gotta do Should I get the black or the chrome 22 That's if a bird try to get out of the cage 1 bitch down New York Times front page I went to Starbucks I wanted to get a frapo Then had a Snapple apple with the capo That's Fendi but that's irrelevent Threw him a couple benji's now I'm the president I'm Nicki and Nicki so picky Slick like Ricky flow be so icky Now class is finished you'll be home 'bout 3 So all ya'll rap bitches what ya'll know bout me, nigga.
[Chorus:] Whutchoo know bout me Wutchoo, wutchoo know bout me Whutchoo know bout me Wutchoo, wutchoo know They say the girl is a fool, the girl keep on boppin' The girl get them girls, and them girls get it poppin' Whutchoo know bout me Wutchoo, wutchoo know bout me Whutchoo know bout me Wutchoo, wutchoo know The girl gettin' money, alot of dirty money I'll show you how to do it if you gettin' somethin' from me
[Verse 2:] Got some nice titties, yes they are pretty That's how I got the S the 550 That's cause I gets, I gets, I gets busy That's why I don't need you to come get me I'm badder than the dude at the Neverland In a money green coup with a leprechaun Holla at'em get a four leaf clover Go, go against me guaranteed ya over Look, all the kids sweat Nick like a mexican Cause I got more kicks than a temper tan-trum trum trum Ya slow poke, betta run, run, run, my lil coke And S-M-I-the L-E and ain't one thing them could tell me Cause I write, write, write my own shit I'm the one like I'm the culprit, nigga
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