Move 'em in move 'em out    Trapped in shoot it out    Bone a whore    Corner store    Want it raw    On the floor    Tie 'em up lie 'em down    Fuck yall niggas crying now    Killer Cam    Side town    Fuck yall niggas ridin' round    Creep wit da toast    Keep it close    Never know when you'll see da gross    >From my yaht you'll see coast    >From my block you'll see toast    Love da way I grab dat cash    Now I laugh    You love the way I smack dat ass    Backflash    You'll sniff foul powder    Over clam chowder    Yall lil' rascals like Alfalfa    While we listenin' to wild salsa    La la bomba    Come through in the Hummer    La la bomba    Face down ass up    That's the way we like to fuck    After that pucker up    Babygirl we like to suck    Sucker what    Never duck    That's not what my hoods about    Hood without a doubt    So bitch put it in your mouth       Chorus    Where da fuck you at    Bust your gat    Where da fuck you at    Do yall niggas sell crack    Where da fuck you at    Got a fat stack    Where da fuck you at    Huh, ain't a damn thing funny    Why? Bitch betta have my money    Where da fuck you at       Aiyo    I spit spit flow flow    Get get doe doe    Switch switch yo yo    Sick sick fo-four    Swing swing click click    Drug game big brick    Swing swing big dick    Pretty thing thick chick    cock cock nice nice    shot shot twice twice    Now I gotta slice slice    Rock rock ice ice    Drick drink Old Gold    Bitches wanna Volvo    Woo shit was wo wo    Now we got dat cocoa    Tram tram palm palm    Chicks call it swanton    Of course we all suit    And we all cute    Yo Queet call Kose    Bitch over here frotin'    Yo I want they're jaw loose    We got more troops    Get you hauled off juice    Stop frontin' yo    You ain't sawed off proof    Whips whips cost cost    Six six floss floss    Big big boss boss    Get get lost lost       Chorus       Aiyo I need da type of girl    That's in love wit her cash    Get knocked together    Look at each other and laugh    Get a key    She like cut it in half    Get a in beef    She like da fuck is my bag    Take cover and laugh    Real prestiges    Walk around wit da mack dies    Smack Diez    Cause he said "Dame la chocha"    Bitch caught him in da Rover    Scared 'em aired 'em    Kiete la voka    Goin' to da gun range    Her hobby is rape    Girls lookin' at her jewels    Like they gotta be fake    Plus a brand new jeep    Leather brand new seats    Wit da dishes real deep    Nah, Cam too cheap    Yall can't flow wit dat    Bang it out throw it back    Ain't no here we go wit dat    Grabbin' on here lower back    Lookin' at me like she can take the shit    Uh uh uh    Now take that bitch       Chorus