[Chorus: Mannie Fresh]
I'm coming (like a relic in a pick-up truck)
Bass humming (15s in the back of us)
Still running (like a energizer bunny bruh)
Hood plumbing (lay a big dick down in her)

Yo woman (skripper coming down on the pole)
Show something (big titties and the asshole)
Drums drumming (out the Escalade on 24s)
Yeah Uh Oh!

[Mikkey]
Chicago's number one Flicka nigga back on it
2003 Caddy with that Burberry rag on it
It's mink on the floor, the seats is ostrich
What else can I say family we some mobsters
This cash money you know we the boss of this hood shit
Floss in this hood get, shots in his hood quick
This big tymin' man, put them little rides up
We 600 whippas put them little 5s up
Cash money, we ain't ducking and dodging
We busting and riding, Caddy trucking and prowling
What the fuck are ya hollin'
Entourage of Benz, 'lacs, and beamers
With dime bitches with asses fat as Trina's
Whoa I got my 4 tuck
Me I'm out for more bucks
'03 I'm pulling up the Lam with the doors up
And watch these whores fuck and suck like crazy
Can't fuck wit cash money, we niggas is crazy (Bitch!)

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[Baby]
See I flip the color daddy, change my paint
Switch my rims, my mats is mink
Pull out the console, I drank to thank
Got the alligator seats on a full tank
But Ay-ay, 25 28s
Big money, heavy weight
Vet navigation system ?
Wooo, them special made tires
To fit my ride, I put a dove in the inside
Stunna motherfucker
(Rim trucks!)
Sitting on them motherfucking gittas
B.B. King, blues daddy
Know what I mean? (know what I mean?) know what I mean?
Got big truck drivers,
Hoes don't mind us
(Oh you think it's a game, ma?)
Bitch stand behind us
It's nothing but minks and it's cold as fuck
Bitch hop in this truck!!

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[TQ]
There go lil' TQ
And he coming in the cutlass, getting his hair blew
Not giving a fuck about nothing that you hoes do
Don't underestimate my pimping 'cause it's serious fool
I'm on hundred spokes
I got's four hoes
I got some Joe I got some drink, I got some dominoes
If ya thank the shit is stankin', bring some drama hoe
That's on momma though
We got big gats, gems and trucks, on stunna rims baby
Number one Stunna, that's my dumma, Mannie Freezy, that's my dog
Big Tymers, we big ball
(TQ, Mik, and Gilly!)
Got em takin' it off
Woooo, let the bottles pop!
(Bitches!) Let the panties drop (makes bottle-pop sound)
Ops, bout to shake the spot
Cause we don' fucked around and don' got too hot

[Chorus]

Writer : WILLIAMS/QUAITES/ALEXANDER/THOMAS/NASIR
Copyright : Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC