[Intro]
Chuck Diesel
[Chorus]
(So whatcha sayin', Tip?) Understand, it needs no explanation
My reality is yo' imagination, can you dig it?
(Whatcha sayin', Tip?) Rubberband banks, no blanks
Mils are better—short money? No thanks! Can you dig it?
(So whatcha sayin', Tip?) By any means, anything goes
Bankrolls big as all outdoors, can you dig it?
(Ayy, whatcha sayin', Tip?) Ain't nobody rockin' like I rock it
Cargo pants, get that ratchet out my pockets, can you dig it?
[Verse 1]
(So whatcha sayin?) I ain't in the mood, better move
Got a real short fuse, and a bad attitude
Get out of line, you know what I'm finna do to ya, dude:
Act a motherfuckin' fool—best not get it misconstrued
(Whatcha sayin, Tip?) All the guns they can have
I'ma stab me a nigga, think I'm playin' with your motherfuckin' ass
Last nigga got stuck, think the next one getta pass?
Get your issue in a flash, I'm a goon and a half
(So whatcha sayin, Tip?) You don't wanna see me on ya corner
On a mission, leave ya sour like the lime in my Corona
All alone or with a big crew, nigga i'll getcha fucked up
Got a problem with me, nigga, what's up?
(Ayy, whatcha sayin, Tip?) Big money leave a nigga slumping
Over steering wheel—heard about the nigga, here it is
Yeah, Center Hill, Bankhead, Baker Road, Cedar Ave
Drama, they can have; I just wanna see the cash
[Chorus]
(So whatcha sayin, Tip?) Understand, it needs no explanation
My reality is your imagination, can you dig it?
(Whatcha sayin', Tip?) Rubberband banks, no blanks
Mils are better—short money? No thanks! Can you dig it?
(So whatcha sayin', Tip?) By any means, anything goes
Bankrolls big as all outdoors, can you dig it?
(Ay, whatcha sayin', Tip?) Ain't nobody rockin' like I'm rockin'
Cargo pants, get that ratchet out my pocket, can you dig it?
[Verse 2]
(So whatcha sayin?) I tell it like it is, don't exaggerate
If real recognize real, why must I elaborate?
Ol' Saturday cartoon–ass nigga turned goon
Fabricatin' on TV—that ain't G, that ain't me
(Whatcha sayin' tip?) Youngin' wanna show you one of us
Put your guns up, get yo' funds up, hundred-plus
Nigga, nine hundred ninety-nine K, nine hundred ninety-nine, plus a dollar, now you're paid—better save!
(So whatcha sayin', Tip?) You're gettin' money or you're gettin lost
Hit the gas, leave you smellin' exhaust
Niggas talk, but I get it like they wish, then I did it with they bitch
What the fuck I care? I'm rich— eat a dick, sucka nigga!
(Ayy, whatcha sayin', Tip?) The flyest nigga doin' it
Who in this category? Competition? Ruin it
They say they show they ass—well, I say I put my shoe in it
And he who sees it different needs to change the way he view it
I'm the truest, nigga!
[Chorus]
(So whatcha sayin, Tip?) Understand, it needs no explanation
My reality is yo' imagination, can you dig it?
(Whatcha sayin', Tip?) Rubberband banks, no blanks
Mils are better—short money? No thanks! Cn you dig it?
(So whatcha sayin', Tip?) By any means, anything goes
Bankrolls big as all outdoors, can you dig it?
(Ayy, whatcha sayin', Tip?) Ain't nobody rock it like I rock it
Cargo pants, get that ratchet out my pocket, can you dig it?
(So whatcha sayin?)
