[Intro]
Yeah
Chip Tha Ripper
You know me
N***a
Money!
Aha
What up now, baby, I see you
Hey, hey
DJ EV

[Verse]
Baby girl, I’ll be balling
Have you ever seen me rolling
Have you ever seen them [?]
When you see me at the mall, so you know how much it cost
When you see me you’ll never see me with no broad cause
I don’t cake these hoes, I’ma let them [?]
Rather have a cute face and a nice body though
Rather tell them “Adiós” but they try to getting loose
And bikini dolls made the Chevy [?]
Baby girl I’ll be balling, and I’ll be cause I rock nice
Chevy sitting high, bumpin’, ‘bout to hit the stop light
And them hoes stop like “Ho, look at that n***a there
He must have had to use a lot of weed to get up there”
When the hotty gon’ get up, let’s keep watching and we see
All I hear is “Bingo!” when I’m riding in the streets
See them range, took a [?]
Young black n***as over here getting money
I’m ever too clean with my ever suit jeans
And my [?] with my [?]
And my flip flop, candy-drop [?]
[?] when they let it go, hey
Now let me introduce myself
Click, pow - hi, I’m the new guy
Polo fresh, that n***a too fly
Them hoes broke their neck when the Benz flew by
Hoes asking my phone like “Hit me right back”
You don’t like me, let’s keep it like that
Cause I don’t like you and we probably never met
You can keep that respect, get my motherfuckin’ check
Slab up n***a, I be right of the [?]
Gun shots and rocks, just fucked up over there
The drought hit hard but you probably couldn’t tell
Cause the n***as over there been feeded I swear
He hit the club, my n***as throwing money in the air
So now fifty bitches got enough money to do their hair
You broke n***as still fighting in the clubs
I’m getting money never to be seeing what you bombs
Baby I’m down with, bitch I get a damn grip
Twenty-eight swangin’, ten inches on the damn lip
One man card show, I ain’t come down bitch
Riding real high so they can’t talk down bitch
N***a my paint wet, [?]
By the times you coppin’, I’m riding [?]
Planes and helicopters yeah, bitch I get my Travalong
I got my bitches back in Cleveland but I’m never home
And I’ll be gone, oh so gone, off that ganja
Hoes want my baby but I cover up the monster
Bang, bang, skeet, skeet, pull it out, [?]
Or maybe I just [?]
Now any who, back to the whip
Barbies kiss my Cuddy to get some gloss on their lip
[?] in the trunk, bang like a crib
Before I even pull up, little kids be like: Chip!