Whatcha Sayin Tip

[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?)