[talking]  Whattcha'll catchin?  Oh ya talkin bout cash?  Talkin bout Glo, Lo-I...  Get that Glo...    [Geechie Suede]  Doors open and feathers fly, multiple colored sky  Leathers on my back, with Chardonnay and Alize, well I  Room for the mirrors with no ceilin to glance  Call ya cornies, getcha ponies, gotchu lovin my dance    [Sonny Cheeba]  Cheeb' buyin hit lanes on fours, and I switch dames in full-color  Dip planes on smalls, and I'm hot white, plus fur covered  Got plenty Jennies with Henny, they love to so ride that train  Slimmy ya hear me, holla my name, holla my name  cuz I need these new Cobras, they hits  They purple and red, they gets bread    [Suede]  You had me spotted like polka-dot, my knot gettin heavy  Make moolah around the clock, and squeeze up on ya Betty  Out ya teddy, you shitty, Remy-emy pourin through hollow  Double dose of mommosa, pick up the bottle and swallow    [Cheeba]  Lo-I, Jim Kellier, Jim Brown dillinger  Older cocker, own rocks and Vodka  Pole slick miss, fo-cu-sin on Pantra  Glass matress, glass mask, and casper  On her tippy-toes, higher than Jimmy  Come fly with us slimmy, we're off in that purple haze    [Suede]  She said, "Suede work your voodoo on me"  Horizontal in the Tahoe, vertical in the V  Kangaroos on my back, so I switch it to three  Put the levels up some more and you just might O.D.    [Chorus: Both]  We gon' - get, that, glo  We gon' push it to the limit and live it until we swim in them digits  We gon' - get, that, glo  We gon' pool it from the floor to the ceiling until we makin a killin  We gon' - get, that, glo  We gon' push it to the limit and live it until we swim in them digits  We gon' - get, that, glo  We gon' pool it from the floor to the ceiling until we makin a killin    [Cheeba]  Hey y'all - I got two Jimmy clips, flames spat  Guerilla runnin 'round with sour body englese  So.. I got to go get the auto... eject his torso...    [Geechie]  Carolina, Black Madonna, she get it from her mamma  Sex designer lights ya mind up, sip it then roll the dime up  Gentlemen crooks, snazzy, hip, and flashy with looks  Crooked City's walkin witty, you ain't make it like us  Get dust, you lust, the dutch, for futch, pro-clutch did it  Cruise up, new trucks, don't touch, the new paint    [Cheeba]  You know I love it when we, do the Lou Rawls  Smash in with a few broads  Meet ten at the bar then we slash off in two hogs  Whitewall whitewall, Lo-a gonna screw ball  Old dames, if ya light flash kindly float off    [Geechie]  Stormin, warnin, we Ali Foreman(?)  Pedal to the floor like my chinchilla that's long and  All non-believers get whiff on the gator sneakers  We out the park with this one while you paradin the bleachers  It's serious - like Cheerios with no milk  Stereo with no Lo, but never that cuz it's back    [Cheeba]  We don't need no strags in here  Whole lotta crushers are crushin the (?)  Lo-a not lower with twenty, it don't appear  Crooks when we leave, apply pressure and flare    [Chorus] - 2X    [Sonny Cheeba talking]  You hear them cats in the back talkin bout,  "Love you baby, love you bab-ay"  They talkin bout that cash, that glo  Ha! Ya gon' get dat, get dat glo  Lo-a, how we do Cheeb' blow-a  Suede-a, big Cheeb-a,  Shawny-wany in the back get the... and that glo  Whole lotta cash caddy, and glo  Glo up off me, get up out my pockets  get up out my glo caddy  I'm done talkin to y'all, Lo-a...