Bet That

[Hook: Trick Daddy] Sittin' high, still ridin' them big whips Still fly, still grindin', getting big checks Still thuggin', still leanin' to the back You can bet that, you can bet that I ride, I shine, nigga you can bet that I smoke, I drank, boy you can bet that 22's, 24's all we roll, I'm a dunk rider fosho! [Verse 1: Trick Daddy] Everyday me and my dog we wylin' 7-Tre 7-5 dunk ridin' And we ain't trippin' on nothin', just vibin' Big 9 with me 'cuz a fuck nigga tried me They already know how I let him go Kill his ass and make sho' at his funeral How the hell a O.B. gon' try me? I'm O.G. on and off TV, see Middle fingers in the air, tell 'em fuck y'all Tryin to hate on my dawgs, hell fuck nah Why you hatin' on a nigga like that Why you tryin' to stab a nigga in his back I know some niggas don't like this But them niggas is the reason I'm like this Fuck niggas done made me mad I'm 'bout to snap and put this K on his ass [Hook: Trick Daddy] Sittin' high, still ridin' them big whips Still fly, still grindin', getting big checks Still thuggin', still leanin' to the back You can bet that, you can bet that I ride, I shine, nigga you can bet that I smoke, I drank, boy you can bet that 22's, 24's all we roll, I'm a dunk rider fosho! [Verse 2: Chamillionaire] Hey I pull up Bentleys, lookin like they not annoyed Trunk popped up lookin like a Tonka Toy If you dont like it you know can get that Almond Joy (What?) Deez nuts nigga, wuddup Trick, I got ya boy I'm clickin' over, lemme tell her I got another call Ridin' wit my trunk popped up like I'm "Above The Law" Tires wet and nigga they still drippin' Armor-All Tell me you gon' fall, and I ain't got to use the arm at all Bet Daddy finna Trick 'em, finna flip the paper Chamillinator, me and Trick we finna shred a hater Tip the dinner waiter Trick 'em like we finna date her Get off ya sleeves let 'em breathe like a ventilator Hey, what can I say me and the King Of M.I.A Finna, (Hey) finna touch ya niggas and ya finna pay Stay wit it hey you we ain't finna play Snatch ya off the wheels and you can watch ya rims spin away [Hook: Trick Daddy] Sittin' high, still ridin' them big whips Still fly, still grindin', getting big checks Still thuggin', still leanin' to the back You can bet that, you can bet that I ride, I shine, nigga you can bet that I smoke, I drank, boy you can bet that 22's, 24's all we roll, I'm a dunk rider fosho! [Verse 3: Trick Daddy & Goldru$h (both)] In the club wit my dogs we wylin' Two straight coup grey dome ridin' Look atcha boy got so many hoes Look in his mouth he got so many gold I'm sippin' and I'm goin' Whole clique, that's how we rollin' Stay fly, stay right if you didn't know And that's everywhere that we go All I wanna do is Drive my Chevy through years And let 'em sweat the candy paint Ain't it right, ain't it tight, ain't it nice? Yes Niggas like, "Who painted that?" Candy apple green, lookin' mean anywhere Tweety seat with the digital dash And a swat just right in the ass They wanna know what I got in here I got shit when it hit, betta run 'em up outta here They ain't never heard nothin' like that And I ain't even turned the bass up yet I love aggressive music I smoke, I listen to it I drank so much, sometimes I think I need to quit but I can't do it [Hook: Trick Daddy] Sittin' high, still ridin' them big whips Still fly, still grindin', getting big checks Still thuggin', still leanin' to the back You can bet that, you can bet that I ride, I shine, nigga you can bet that I smoke, I drank, boy you can bet that 22's, 24's all we roll, I'm a dunk rider fosho!