Chingy - Gimme Dat (feat. Ludacris & Bobby Valentino) lyrics

I just want that gushy, gimme dat gushy I just want that gushy, baby, that's I got my pockets all swole, big bank rolls A bad li'l mama, and she ready to go I'm like, like I just want that gushy, gimme dat gushy I just want that gushy, baby that's I got my pockets all swole, big bank rolls A bad li'l mama, and she ready to go I'm like I just want that gushy, gimme dat gushy I just want that gushy, baby that's Club packed, know we're be there all night Tight as hell, jet lag, just got off a flight But that don't stop me, who? Not me Pop 1 bottle, pop 2, bottles pop 3 4, 5, 6, chicks in tha V.I.P., 7, 8, 9, naw, they all dimes O.G Louis frames match my Louis kicks on my fifth right? Dirty lame lookin' at me wrong? Tell 'em get right Light reflecting off the Bentley watch, now I'm lit right? Sixes on the candy range just so I can sit right Hotter if ya chick nice, I can triple his price On the black boy, got 'em hating, wanna fist fight? Man don't get ya sh** sliced, yeah, 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 li'l mama, and she ready to go I'm like, like I just want that gushy, gimme dat gushy I just want that gushy Oh yes, sir, I got my pockets all swole, big bank rolls A bad li'l mama, and she ready to go I'm like I just want that gushy, gimme dat gushy I just want that gushy, baby, that's Chingaling, I gotta car full of women And a truck full of beef, air full of smoke Le box full of heat, heat it and repeat it eight day If the cops seein' on mah bumper, everything is okay What you say, we cruise down the block? Droolz on my watch, fools on mah truck So, turn this tune up a notch 'Cause mah whip game's propper, Bentley drop topper Clubs on Luda, drinks on Chaka Ima mash that woman, smash that woman Jump, shot, fake and pa** that woman Over to Bobby V.and tell her to swallow he Oops, did I say that? Good oh, Golly V 'Cause it's probably three more women in tha cut Talkin' 'bout tonite, they tryna get f**ed up And who tha hell would I be If I ain't grant them they wish? Well, sure as hell, it's not Ludacris Who is this that got his pockets all swole, big bank rolls A bad li'l mama, and she ready to go I'm like I just want that gushy, gimme dat gushy I just want that gushy, baby that's I got my pockets all swole, big bank rolls A bad li'l mama, and she ready to go I'm like, like I just want that gushy, gimme dat gushy I just want that gushy, baby that's Mah whip flash, you my catch whip gla** When ya boy dip past, man, ain't none of y'all cold as me Mah chick lash, she ain't roll this past Watch that new six stash Why can't none of y'all roll like me? Don't get mad, blame mah momma dem Plus the Cadillac gangsta grill but don't call me drama then My flows listen to 'em, you mah final summit then Is a couple celebrity chicks, yeah, I'm with them I got my pockets all swole, big bank rolls A bad li'l mama and she ready to go I'm like, like I just want that gushy, gimme dat gushy I just want that gushy, baby that's I got my pockets all swole, big bank rolls A bad li'l mama and she ready to go I'm like I just want that gushy, gimme dat gushy I just want that gushy, baby that's I just want that gushy, gimme dat gushy I just want that gushy, baby that's I just want that gushy, gimme dat gushy I just want that gushy, baby that's