on these beats (YEAH!) Fuck bein' broke, this a reality check (check) While you mad at ya girl, ya betta check reality (AHAH!) Gotta crawl 'fore you walk, you gotta
own record label SO WHAT THE FUCK IS UP! [Verse 2: Phats Bossi] When things is usual we pop Christy an stack them Bentley's ya pockets empty pretending
(feat. Lil Flip, Bun B) [Verse 1: Lil' Flip] -Uh, Lil' Flip I'm hoppin' out in a fendi suit I got DVD's in my bentley coupe I got hoes that's 22 they
a lil' stunna He told me don't worry 'bout nothin', get my grind on Let my paper stack, let it be known I got my grind on Gotta have platinum chain, platinum
of yay But your strip only get a grand a day And it's 10 of ya'll on it, but 10 of ya'll doin' it So you don't get stacks boy, you a pack boy Be on the
rhymin in the south back to back, track to track none of ya'll niggas cant fuck wit that E.S.G and Wreckshop you know we makin paper stack [Verse One
apologetic for spittin shit so pathetic So roll up the marijuana we hotter than Arizona Don't make Lil' Man put it on ya You sweating me like a sauna
[Verse 1: Lil' Flip] -Uh, Lil' Flip I'm hoppin' out in a fendi suit I got DVD's in my bentley coupe I got hoes that's 22 they buy me clothes and tennis
you [Lil' Flip] Check the game 'til you see my weapons aim Nigga I aint a rookie I'm a veteran mayne [Chorus] [Lil' Flip] Hustle for yo whip, stack
[feat. Chamillionaire, Paul Wall, Mike Jones, UGK, Lil' Keke, Z-Ro, Trae, Rob G, Lil' O, Big Pokey, Mike D, Yung Redd] [Slim Thug:] Slim Thugga, Muthafucka
at da cops- fuck one time. I gave her to da block, I fucked one time. We boys in da hood and nigga you Lil' Trey, Suppress ya appetite, we takin ya lil
people a bunch-a garbage? Somethin' that a snitch do, Get ya ass flipped dude, and ya body ditched dude, Get ya ass run up and ya brains split dude, I
shit freestyle, I'm C. Wigga Ya know ay, you wanna see my what Uh yeah uh say, look out [Chris Ward:] I ain't got a grill lil' ma, I got some chains
trunk open, banging Screw baby I thought you knew baby, that H-Town off the chain Sipping syrup blowing herb, on the corner pushing caine Young nigga maintain, stack your paper