Lyrics Gimme Dat - Chingy, Ludacris, Bobby Valentino

Gimme Dat

I got my pockets all swole, big bank rolls
A bad lil mamma, and she ready to go
I’m Like…
I just want that gushy, gimme dat (gushy)
I just want that gushy, baby that’s (awww)
I got my pockets all swole, big bank rolls
A bad lil mamma, and she ready to go
I’m Like…
I just want that gushy, gimme dat (gushy)
I just want that gushy, baby that’s (awww)
Club packed, know I’m a be there all night
Jetlag just got off a flight
But that don’t stop me Who?
Not me Pop 1 bottles pop 2 bottles pop 3
4, 5, 6, chicks in tha V.I.P.
7, 8, 9, they all dimes O.G.
Louis frame match my Louis kicks on my fifth right?
Dirty lame look at me wrong?
Tell 'em get right
Light reflecting off the Bentley watch, now I’m lit right?
6's on the candy Range just so I can sit right
Hotter if ya chick nice, I can triple his price
On the black, got 'em hating, wanna fist fight?
Man don’t get ya shit sliced, yea I hope the fifth tight
We tryna party, yo homey don’t mess up this night
It’s a D.T.P.
thang, wall-to-wall, it’s hype
Me, Luda, and Valentine, we living this life
I got my pockets all swole, big bank rolls
A bad lil mamma, and she ready to go
I’m Like…
I just want that gushy, gimme dat (gushy)
I just want that gushy, baby that’s (awww)
I got my pockets all swole, big bank rolls
A bad lil mamma, and she ready to go
I’m Like…
I just want that gushy, gimme dat (gushy)
I just want that gushy, baby that’s (awww)