Haters approach but they DOA'd   Try next week we ain't with it today   It ain't my fault you got no money   You need to go get you some, won't make me none   I hit hard like a slam drum   Slum and slang with a ton of games   Wreck my brain, my patience wearing in   Fake friends trying to blend in   It tend to get on my nerves   My circles get 'sturbed   Split a check firt a real man Chula furs   Try to make it home but he struck on third   Me fall off? No sir   Had did it once before, but I call it whiplash   Snap back quick when It comes to cash   That's when them niggas start watching ya ass   But I make 'em dizzy you like who is it      Chorus:2xs   [Jim Crow]   The backstabbers keep an eye out   You better watch out, before they find out   Where you hide out, deep down south   Shorty ride out, before ya time out      [Cha Cha]   How many niggas you know down and crazy   Down to lie for the baby, in a ride like y'all   To many ladies is jealous of the Mercedes   And how close we are lately, that's why I don't like broads   Either you chickens like all in the business   Asking y'all who did it, them inquiring type broads   Intimidated cause I could be the misses   But I'm like a little sister and I'm tired of liking y'all   I only ride shot gun cause it's rightful   Make her hope in the back just to be fightful   Just because I know it's tight when my eyes closed   Just as soon as these niggas drop me off she gone be out though   Both times I co-signed the whole nine   Proved to be ya third eye when you go blind   Know I'm, Miss Cha Cha sadiddy   Off the top and many, pop them any   And the Crow out to get him      Chorus:      What's it's gone be is you and me   We in the middle of the streets, it's midnight   You got a problem wit me my nigga, then get right   But sit tight, hold on I got shit up on my mind   And every time I rhyme I represent niggas that grind   And I find that these gold digging hoes, they out to get a nigga   Fuck up my foes and enemies, I'm bout to hit a nigga   Let a nigga mettle wit not cheddar, will I kill a nigga?   Just because he jealous of the fellas got him drinking liquor   Thinking that a nigga is slipping, but I ain't shorty   Damn what you keep money for?   In the bank shorty, (Wanna get some)   Well I can't doubt it, might as well forget about it   Lot of folk talk I'm talking shit about him   Jack move, get up out it   When we pull the ball out to test, so bitch I been bout it   Mama said attend college   Make it big, my friends doubt it   In 5 years I'm gone buy myself about 10 houses   Get chin from 10 shorties at the same time   Jump in my whip, hit the strip then shine   Cha Cha, Jim Crow, Noontime   Oww, I'm so fresh like a shoe shine   I ain't lying      Chorus: