Lyrics:
Yeah!
Yeah nigga! (It's ya boy Lil Jon right)
You know?
Got my nigga Project Pat right here wit' me!
(What's up boy?)
Memphis Tenn' to da
the light turned down and the beat down low
.40 cal's and K's out the window
You better do like Lil' Jon told you "Get Low"
'Cause you can cancel
on water, uh (water)
However you wanna play, choppers on choppers on choppers, uh (yoppers)
I live at the bank, commas on commas on commas, yeah (uh)
Paper
all my students
All jokes aside, I ain't playin' with ya
The weed broke down, like a transmission
The chopper spin him 'round, like a ballerina
turned down and the beat down low
Throw the 40-cal and K's out the window
You better do like Lil' Jon told you "Get Low"
Cause you can catch
Prolly ran by half a bitch
You keep race a thing we tripping on
But I don't give a damn ugh
Imma color myself in with sharpie
Cause I can
Yo chopper
Chorus: Money over here money over there/Pistol on the counter chopper by the stairs/I be makin' fee I be makin' fare/Get it poppin ni**a we can take
Gonna be a shot nigga, yeah I said it what nigga buck nigga
Like Lil Jon I don't give a fuck
I give a God damn if I never sell another milla
I take my
weed up man, ayy
Money on the floor (floor), chopper by the door (whoa)
I smoke too much weed, it's reekin' out my pores (strong)
Lil' bitty waist
nigga, hit 'em up (hit 'em up)
Disrespect we gon' take it there
We thirty deep, lil' nigga, we ain't fightin' fair
You better holla at your partners
and I’ll do it by my lonely
Suite life, I’m about to pass the blunt to Mr. Mosby
He was dumping in drive. I call him wonton, Tony.
Want him dead
yo' fuckin' neck
Bitch, I got on Prada head to toe
I got them choppers by the floor
I got that wrong by the low
I got one block already gone
I
Yeah (OZ on the beat, yeah)
Shorty say she wanna roll with me (yeah)
Get high with me, lil' baby, roll my weed (weed)
Got the chopper on me,
nigga, hit 'em up (hit 'em up)
Disrespect we gon' take it there
We thirty deep, lil' nigga, we ain't fightin' fair
You better holla at your partners
the weed by the pounds I swear we get that cash relentless
Fuck I'm wrong with my dawgs I swear my niggas live your headless
I'm havin' fun with this shit, I
at 11: 00 y'all was
Leavin' 6: 00 in the mornin'
Cause them underage bitches had to be
To school by 8: 00
My belt always a lil' loose
To get a handgun
need a cape (cape)
Lil' mama's head supreme (straight up)
But I'm still rockin' this Bape (on God)
All I know is two guns, nigga
If you a plate, you
as hell
[Lil' Jon & Eastside Boys]
What the fuck my nigga what the fuck (What the fuck)
[Repeat 3x's]
Back up bitch nigga back (Back up)
[Repeat 3x's]
Now
[Intro: Lil' Jon]
This your boy Lil' Jon
I'm here to tell you
With another one
Here we go, here we go
Well, I got DJ Smurf, D-Roc and Kaine
we gon' take it there
We 30 deep lil nigga we ain't fighting fair
You better holla at ya partners
Before we catch them outside and hit they ass wit
not leave yeah
I gotta new chopper I bought it some titties
Aint talkin no d cups
They know that Im shinin
The aura so blinding every time that they
shots like Jon Gotti
That choppa chop yo chop up like Hibachi
Why you hating on a nigga like a Nazi
Aint no way no way a bitch can stop me
Told lil baby
it never go away
(Just wanna count this money up)
Smoke my weed
Hope it never go away
This Gangsta Lifestyle
Good to me
I jumped outta bed this
we gon' take it there
We 30 deep lil nigga we ain't fighting fair
You better holla at ya partners
Before we catch them outside and hit they ass wit
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