| You know I keep it Dickie down get it to my toe
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| And when you see me reachin fa that itchy hit da flo'
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| It me and all my girls and they got us at the door
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| That queen kickin in do this nigga really know
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| We push 'em to da side and we make it through the club
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| They try to show me love, erebody want a hug
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| And now they tryin to hit me wit the bottles of the bub
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| But I be rollin sticky shawty hit me wit da dub
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| And now I got my hands up feelin real tight
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| We pourin out the Cognac buckin where the light
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| The dj shout me out and now they want me on the mic
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| Before I hit the stage I see some niggas finna fight
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| And now they on they monkey bone missin in my flow
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| But yo I know you heard about the niggas from the go
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| Roll up anotha B I see 'em slick its on the low
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| Here come security they tryin to kick us out the door. |
| Oh
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| Tryin to find out where the party at
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| Got a couple of them stacks finna mix it wit the Co-ni-ac
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| Weight a minute, weight a minute
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| Weight a minute, weight a minute
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| I’m at the club where the V.I.P
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| Stupid niggas at the door tryin to say they wanna see I. D
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| Weight a minute, weight a minute
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| Weight a minute, weight a minute
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| I’m big balla but I don’t drink champagne
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| White mink to da flo' color cocaine
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| Gator boots and the belt wit the low frame
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| Candy coated Monte Carlo wit the upgrain
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| Weight a minute now they wanna see a bitch ball
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| I’m iced out from my tittie to my tip toe
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| We at the bar finna but the whole thang out
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| And if somebody wanna start we can bang out
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| I let my chain swang down to my waistline
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| I won’t dance we just move to the base line
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| Tell a nigga wait a minute fo i take mine |