Chubby Jag - Like I Do Remix lyrics

[Verse 1: Chubby Jag] Im big now, had a little name Flat top, my little chain We all in, I'm balling now And I kicked it off, with a little game Spit bars got a little fame, they washed up like Lil Zane I don't trip, long as my b**hes love me, Lil Wayne Clown boy, your sh** joke Trip on me, you get smoked My tight reel, got tight sk**s I write ill, sick notes My strip pay me, your strip broke Montana, I flip coke, this a O zone I caked up from that old holmes, like Chris Stokes Chubby yup, get dough Flip dro, sold kane Now a days I rap holmes It's flat top, gold chain Money round we with it holmes, couple men we get it holmes Funny they don't do it like I do, yup I did it holmes [Hook] Yup we working, yup we working I got my weight up, got my weight up I done told the streets we coming Hope they wait up, hope they wait up Holmes, it's f** the other side I know they hate us, know they hate us Get that blow up holmes, hustle cause that made us They don't do it like I do, do it do it (x3) I'm bout my muscle, bout my hustle I get working, we go through it n***as climbing to the top, and if we haven't we gone do it They don't do it like I do [Verse 2: Chubby Jag] Yea we stunting, that's for certain holmes Got the haters lurking holmes Hating on the kid, is just gon' end up with you hurting holmes We taking shots, we Dirking holmes Hustle man, we working holmes Talk s** on the phone, throw it back in person holmes Swear we bout to blow, you would think I had a turban on Can't see but for me, feel like I'm the only person on Bout to get my smash on, I treat her like Perkins holmes Who you know to do it like I do, I got a searching holmes Run sh** like a bomb threat, I'm Bombay You take my girl, I take his Ain't sh** to me, I'm Kanye Please don't pick no weak sh**, at least that what my moms say That's why I got this thing up on her knees, she think she Wanya [Hook] [Verse 3: Chubby Jag] My strip flame, my get chain Bout my dough, ain't sh** change I smoke dro and I flip kane, Van Damme with my kick game No snitch, I don't talk I don't even know my chick name, all I know she bad as sh** Give great head, and got a thick frame Stupid straight, stupid weight Stupid cake, dummy paid Go and laugh at my rap sh**, cause every verse is money paid OG kush we blow it down, they see that it's going down Not that cold in Cali, but this sh** look like it's snowing now Chubby yup, I'm pissed off Ain't no way your strip ball, hundred stacking this tall Rock on me, like Chris Paul Big dick, big draws Nutcase, big balls I'm hoping this b**h leave, and you hoping that b**h call [Hook]