Chip, Lex Luger, My n***a i'm out here, F*ck with me
[Verse 1]
Makin' these moves trynna get this bread
Before i lose, Bi*ch im at your head
Take a nap bi*tch, right up off your neck
Y'all n***as don't play round were im at
n***a i'm from Cleveland, heartless k**ers
everyone strapped n***a mind yo business
n***as come through and ain't leavin no witness
don't get set up by these grimy a** b**hes
don't nobody really know where chip is
until i pull up in something ridiculous
Ridin' on 4s, we ain't hittin' no switches
these ain't out yet, you can't get this
Bout' to put them new school in them 6s
Sitting up high like a Mack truck
Got that hammer on me
Hoe a** n***a better back up
I'm out here, fresh as f*ck
with the 40 cal. tucked, n***a f*ck yo luck
Now i'm gon' drive and she gon' shoot
Her aim is tight so you n***as better duck
And we laughing all the way to bank, cause sh** is funny
Cop a crib and decorate that b**h, with real money
She intrigued by them whips
That lexus, that benz, gave her reason to get
Crazy in my hotel, blowing weed, blowing d*ck
That's my type of chick, I ain't gotta plead with this b**h
She ain't on that none of that corny a** sh**
n***a we're living this sh** for real
Got stacks on deck, trynna see 100 mill
I ain't showin' no love, I ain't cuttin' no deals
Get out my face, when you see a n***a, chill
When you come to the show, put your hands up high
We up in this, so we extra fire
They call me the truth, cause a n***a no lie
Hold up two up when a n***a ride by
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n***a i'm out here
We gettin it shining
You sick of it
I'm out here f*ck with me on the freeway, buck 50
I'm out here i'm dolo, got bread now
Aint no hoe, i'm out here.
n***a i'm out here, n***a i'm out here
[Verse 2]
Hey boo don't do what i do
b**h do what i say do, OK boo?
Dont' try to play me and i wont' play you
You rollin' buck-50 on the freeway
6-50 ??? no roof, me n' my b**h smokin'
DVD watchin' "Coming to America", floatin
n***a we winnin'
Got leather with the wood, and the screens on glow
24s my n***a, we gettin' it
Cell phone been there ain't nobody seen me in a minute
n***a my crib is mostly gla**
So you can see a city here livin'
4 or 5 guns and blunts gettin' pa**ed
Yall n***as doin' good just chillin
I valet in the front, walk in the club
Hittin the blunt
n***a this how we live for real
No punch lines i ain't need to stunt
Roll up ?????
In VIP, just me and these hoes
Not givin' a f*ck who in this b**h
Me, i got k**ers up in here though
St. Claire n***as up in here though
You already know, we got bread to blow
Your ??? b**h, I'm hotter than Mexico
So tell a bad b**h, give me head fo sho
n***a this Chip, better learn my name
Trynna stack my bread, trynna stay up in the game
Trynna f** these, make them tat my name
Send a b**h, don't give her no change
Should be a pleasure, fu*kin' with a boss
If you dont choose me, b**h thats your loss
Eattin good, n***a Benihana with strip sauce
Know y'all mad, hoe stays pissed off
Me and my b**h gettin tatted outside
Smokin' that sh** that make you loose yo mind
Swear to god this young n***a, is gon' shine
F*ck you all up, n***a i'm gettin' mine
[Hook] x2
[Outro]
Chip, Lex Luger.