| Chicago’s #1 Flicka Nigga back on it
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| 2003 Caddy with that burberry rag on it
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| It’s mink on the floor, the seats is ostrich
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| What else can I say family we some mobsters
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| This cash money you know we the boss of this hood shit
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| Floss in this hood get, shots in his hood quick
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| This big tymin' man, put them little rides up
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| We 600 whippas put them little 5s up
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| Cash money, we ain’t duckin and dodgin
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| We bustin and ridin, Caddy truckin and prowlin
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| What the fuck are ya hollin
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| Entourage of benz, 'lacs, and beamers
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| With dime bitches with asses fat as Trina’s
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| Whoa I got my 4 tuck
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| Me I’m out for more bucks
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| '03 I’m pullin up the Lam with the doors up
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| And watch these whores fuck and suck like crazy
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| Can’t fuck wit cash money, we niggas is crazy (BIOTCH)
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| See I flip the color daddy, change my paint
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| Switch my rims, my mats is mink
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| Pull out the console, I drank to thank
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| Got the alligator seats on a full tank
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| But Ay-ay, 25 28s
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| Big money, heavy weight
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| Vet navigation system ???
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| Wooo, them special made tires
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| To fit my ride, I put a dove in the inside
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| Stunna mutha fucka
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| (Rim trucks!!)
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| Sittin on them mutha fuckin gittas
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| B.B. King, blues daddy
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| Know what I mean? |
| (know what I mean?) know what I mean?
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| Got big truck drivers
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| Hoes don’t mind us
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| (Oh you think it’s a game, ma?)
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| Bitch stand behind us
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| It’s nothin but minks and it’s cold as fuck (brrrrrrrrrr)
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| Bitch hop in this truck!
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| There go lil TQ
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| And he comin in the cutlass, gettin his hair blew
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| Not givin a fuck about nothin that you hoes do
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| Don’t underestimate my pimpin cuz it’s serious fool
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| I’m on hunnit spokes
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| I gots fo' hoes
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| I got some Joe I got some drink, I got some dominoes
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| If ya thank the shit is stankin, bring some drama ho
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| That’s on momma though
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| We got big gats, gems and trucks, on stunna rims baby
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| #1 Stunna, that’s my dumma, Mannie Freezy, that’s my dawg
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| Big Tymers, we big ball
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| (TQ, Mik, and Gilly!!)
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| Got em takin it off
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| Woooo, let the bottles pop!
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| (Bitchesssssss) Let the panties drop (makes bottle-pop sound)
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| Oops, bout to shake the spot
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| Cuz we don' fucked around and don' got too hot |