[Intro: Akon]
Cause I be up in the club rockin' posted with a pocket full of cheese (OKAY)
And you kno I keep dem convicts boppin' hold'n it down fa my G's
[Verse 1: Chip tha Ripper]
Ay we gon do it like dis
Nawl we gon do it like dis
Catch me n the middle of the sea like fish (like fish)
Nope I'on got stacks on deck
Got stacks n my pocket got stacks on my neck
In the middle of the club with my hands in da air
In da VIP coo with all da hoes down stairs
I'on make bankrolls, I roll banks
In my ice cream hoody coat check no thanks
I'm a need a dodge ram pickup truck
When I ride thru ya city and I pick up bucks yup yup
I keep everything chill ova here
I'm not Chip tha Rip, I'm Chip tha Frigidaire (bbuurr)
Yea I'm da coldest with da flow
Got a chevy on 4's I'm da throwdest on the road (yea)
When I'm in da club take a look at me
You can see da money n me I'm a certified G
Tell em Akon
[Hook: Akon & Chip tha Ripper]
So throw yo hands in the sky, nigga
If you a hustler, ride and do a die, nigga
Gettin that money flippin pies, nigga
And keep a big booty chick on the side, nigga
Cause I be up in the club rockin'
Posted with a pocket full of cheese (okay)
And you know I keep them convicts boppin'
Holdin' it down for my G's (hol' up, okay)
[Verse 2: Chip tha Ripper]
I'on be on gangster shit (why?)
Cause niggas ain't really gangsters yet
I'm runnin where I stay yeah thats clear
Where da pussy boys at, call me Mr. Pap Smear
Niggas think day all big and strong out here
Naw that the alcohol had one too many beers
Soon as ya sober up, tough man scared
Then when I pull out the pump, tough man disappear
Niggas is insecure, nah not me doe
I sing to the money call me Bobby Valentino
All I wanna do is see my first hundred grand
I'm not a businessman I'm a business, man
[Hook: Akon & Chip tha Ripper]
So throw yo hands in the sky, nigga
If you a hustler, ride and do a die, nigga
Gettin that money flippin pies, nigga
And keep a big booty chick on the side, nigga (uh)
Cause I be up in the club rockin'
Posted with a pocket full of cheese (okay)
And you know I keep them convicts boppin'
Holdin' it down for my G's (okay)
[Verse 3: Chip tha Ripper]
Call me the fuckin whip
I make a fuckin grip
I take these hoes an dingaling I didn't even wanna take a trip
I get that money baby, I'on need no wallet
Shit my money barely fit inside of my little pockets
My shades skin and pradas
I fuck a thin goddess
You put up a shot and I will block it, call me Ben Wallace
My jeans scream, yeah I walk around with a bundle
You see my candy whip drippin its jolly rancher puddles (yea)
I call my nigga shh for the hydro
Dope fiends walk past you will knock on my do'
I do what I does, I does what I do
Call me grenade man, man kerplunk, I blew
[Hook: Akon & Chip tha Ripper]
So throw yo hands in the sky, nigga
If you a hustler, ride and do a die, nigga
Gettin that money flippin pies, nigga
And keep a big booty chick on the side, nigga (uh)
Cause I be up in the club rockin'
Posted with a pocket full of cheese (okay)
And you know I keep them convicts boppin'
Holdin' it down for my G's-
