Club Rockin

[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-