[Intro: DJ Gabe Cee]
Yup, this shit ain't stoppin'
We jsut can't start it
East side Long Beach all the way to the Bay, all the way to Korea
P-P-P-Lo, time to bring the bass back
Jessica Ho, P-Lo, and $tupid Young

[Chorus: P-Lo]
Aye, Aye
Yeah bitch I'm gone, takin' off like I'm NASA
Hoes wanna fuck cause they see I got my cash up
It ain't bout the racks, said I'm good, I could pass up
I be with my dawgs they gon' do what I ask 'em
Yeah bitch I'm gone, takin' off like I'm NASA
Hoes wanna fuck cause they see I got my cash up
It ain't bout the racks, said I'm good, I could pass up
I be with my dawgs they gon' do what I ask 'em

[Verse 1: $tupid Young]
N***as hit my line cause they see I got my cash up
You ain't talkin' [?] racks, n***a you can back up
Baby tryna fuck me, she heard I got my racks up
So I told her, "face down baby, with your ass up"
Gang in this bitch n***a, don't get smacked up
If you want to take it there we gon' pick the straps up
Homies got his address, bring that Google map up
Life is a gamble and I'm hoping I don't crap up
7-11 baby, east side, you know what I'm reppin' baby
These other on my feet when I'm steppin' baby
We don't take losses, we just learnn lessons baby
That's on the gang, she fuckin' with me I got my guap up
I got money in the safe, I got my stocks up
You ain't the type to hold me down when I'm locked up
So after I'm done fuckin', I'm gone when he pop up
[Chorus: P-Lo]
Aye, Aye
Yeah bitch I'm gone, takin' off like I'm NASA
Hoes wanna fuck cause they see I got my cash up
It ain't bout the racks, said I'm good, I could pass up
I be with my dawgs they gon' do what I ask 'em
Yeah bitch I'm gone, takin' off like I'm NASA
Hoes wanna fuck cause they see I got my cash up
It ain't bout the racks, said I'm good, I could pass up
I be with my dawgs they gon' do what I ask 'em

[Verse 2: Jessi]
Took about 10 just to pop off, kick the door in
Now I'm in the drop top, it's a foreign
Sun shine brighter after rain and the pourin'
Better days, still trapped in my story
We flippin', trippin', dippin, up in the streets
Tell all these bitches they ain't fuckin' with me
Yeah, old friends used to tell I should stop now
Never calmed down, now I stay bossed out
Y'all ain't for the fame, chasin' clout now
You ain't fuck with me then, you ain't fuckin' with me right now
All up in my jeans, everyday I pop it
I ain't talkin' bout the booty, got bands in my pocket
Ain't nobody got time for no cupid shit
On my grind, $tupid Young told me we gon' get stupid rich
[Chorus: P-Lo]
Aye, Aye
Yeah bitch I'm gone, takin' off like I'm NASA
Hoes wanna fuck cause they see I got my cash up
It ain't bout the racks, said I'm good, I could pass up
I be with my dawgs they gon' do what I ask 'em
Yeah bitch I'm gone, takin' off like I'm NASA
Hoes wanna fuck cause they see I got my cash up
It ain't bout the racks, said I'm good, I could pass up
I be with my dawgs they gon' do what I ask 'em