[Intro: Laroo]
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[Hook: Laroo and E-40]
Pull the cars out
Party, hang out
Blow the mall out, cash
My money ain't trippin
Do the whole shoot
Throwing up real loot
I'm living proof
My money ain't trippin
Fly the work in, get the turf in
Got chips, got gouda
My money ain't trippin
Bottle pop, swallow every drop, re-cop, then pop
My money ain't trippin

[Verse 1: Laroo and E-40]
I'm the runner up, split screens in my 'Lac
Blow the mall out 2 times with the greenbacks
You irrelevant, doing what the chicks say
I'll watch The Wire Season 5 in my Escalade
Pull the cars out, party, hang out
Big chain out, eating!
It's obvious, pimping
My Dior frames, native eyewear
Long money like cheating
You're cheating em pimping
Tipping out, bossman got the shot call
Now I'm up in C-Town, balling with my China dogs
Bidness head with the D-boy tactics
Big faces up, then your bankroll backwards
Come through, video shoot, toss loop
Nothing packed, matter fact, for the field crew
Long money, I'll see the fakes before the snakes
Roll one, blow one, soon as I awake
[Hook: Laroo and E-40]
Pull the cars out
Party, hang out
Blow the mall out, cash
My money ain't trippin
Do the whole shoot
Throwing up real loot
I'm living proof
My money ain't trippin
Fly the work in, get the turf in
Got chips, got gouda
My money ain't trippin
Bottle pop, swallow every drop, re-cop, then pop
My money ain't trippin

[Verse 2: E-40]
Ugh
Man, my soil got cottonmouth, it's hella dry on these streets
Hustler's place is empty, ain't got nothin to eat
I'm unfortunate to be the independent founder
Vallejo n***a, networking with out of towners
Now it's 2008 and it's a recession
I'm still having my cake, and it's a blessing
Still spitting nostril best, microphone candy
Still giving out work like I'm labor ready
I'm exercising my allowance
My money ain't tripping, my money got balance
Pocket change, I'll spend a few thousand
Spin a house? No, just when I'm clowning
Bought a jaw without looking at the price tag
Pulled up at the dealership with a big duffle bag
I'm a mess, I'm mannish, and I bright my Cutlass
Pipes sound like a plane landing at the light
[Hook: Laroo and E-40]
Pull the cars out
Party, hang out
Blow the mall out, cash
My money ain't trippin
Do the whole shoot
Throwing up real loot
I'm living proof
My money ain't trippin
Fly the work in, get the turf in
Got chips, got gouda
My money ain't trippin
Bottle pop, swallow every drop, re-cop, then pop
My money ain't trippin

[Verse 3: Laroo]
Tan leather with the coke white headrest
Rims poke out like 36 D-breast
Real loot? N***a, no you ain't got these
Aquamarine centrine in my wristband
On-star, navigate turn by turn
30/30 goon, like Doey, let the kush burn
Fly the work in, first, didn't say that!
My money like Pro Tools, you a A-DAT
Backpack in the trap, outdoorman
I'll push the prod, ATV ballin
Got the turf out, party with the top dog
Be around big money, that'll get your life solved
2 men like the Effen Dow fam
Think I ain't yanking out my guap like Uncle Sam
See, the little homie spunky in the whole thang
Go aroudn the room, ask a player "what's your codename?"
[Hook: Laroo and E-40]
Pull the cars out
Party, hang out
Blow the mall out, cash
My money ain't trippin
Do the whole shoot
Throwing up real loot
I'm living proof
My money ain't trippin
Fly the work in, get the turf in
Got chips, got gouda
My money ain't trippin
Bottle pop, swallow every drop, re-cop, then pop
My money ain't trippin