Chamberlain, he's got it
Shit
JRag on the beat
Ooh-wee
[Verse 1]
My bitch bad, now I'm drinkin' from Tokyo
These niggas lies, Pinochio
Still got lights on them choppers, that pokey-poke
I'm havin' diamonds they hopin' for
I left the bitch that you hopin' for
I dropped a three when I left the store
Yeah I just poured up an egg snow
I was once told that life was about bread and butter, why I keep plenty dinner rolls
I made some millions off centerfolds
Like Shaquille O'Neal, made some ceilings fold
We kept it real when you niggas told
Left the bricks in the streets, we can wash the clothes
But his whole body bloody, can't wipe his nose
Then I knocked a new bitch, now I'm forty toes
[Chorus]
Yeah, how many toes do I got? (I got)
How many hoes I done knocked? (Knocked)
How many O's for the watch? (AP)
How many Glocks I done popped? (I popped)
How many guns I done shot? (I shot)
How many bricks I done chopped? (Yeah)
How many licks do I got? (Yeah)
[Verse 2]
How many
Racks for my jeans, matter how skinny
Rose gold on me shine like a new penny
Chanel drip my kicks, we don't do pennies
I just walked through Saks and had two semis
Walk out the valet, I got tool with me
The city don't know what to do with me
Keep three little bangsters, a boo fifty
My diamonds got power like, "Who's 50?"
You ain't a real boss 'til you lose fifty
And stay on the road like the cruise fifty
You know I'm keepin' them fools with me
You know I'm keepin' them tools with me
All in the hood, and them jewels with me
The gangsters respect all the rules with me
My hitters been on the news with me
And they still rock and make moves with me
[Outro]
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[Intro] Chamberlain, he's got it Shit JRag on the beat Ooh-wee [Verse 1] My bitch bad, now I'm drinkin' from Tokyo These niggas lies, Pinochio Still got lights on them choppers, that pokey-poke I'm havin' diamonds they hopin' for I left the bitch that you hopin' for I dropped a three when I left the store Yeah I just poured up an egg snow I was once told that life was about bread and butter, why I keep plenty dinner rolls I made some millions off centerfolds Like Shaquille O'Neal, made some ceilings fold We kept it real when you niggas told Left the bricks in the streets, we can wash the clothes But his whole body bloody, can't wipe his nose Then I knocked a new bitch, now I'm forty toes [Chorus] Yeah, how many toes do I got? (I got) How many hoes I done knocked? (Knocked) How many O's for the watch? (AP) How many Glocks I done popped? (I popped) How many guns I done shot? (I shot) How many bricks I done chopped? (Yeah) How many licks do I got? (Yeah) [Verse 2] How many Racks for my jeans, matter how skinny Rose gold on me shine like a new penny Chanel drip my kicks, we don't do pennies I just walked through Saks and had two semis Walk out the valet, I got tool with me The city don't know what to do with me Keep three little bangsters, a boo fifty My diamonds got power like, "Who's 50?" You ain't a real boss 'til you lose fifty And stay on the road like the cruise fifty You know I'm keepin' them fools with me You know I'm keepin' them tools with me All in the hood, and them jewels with me The gangsters respect all the rules with me My hitters been on the news with me And they still rock and make moves with me [Outro] Drip Explain Request ×
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