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Nigga ask me "what up" ticket on dat loud this that pop-a-lot shit bitch turn that up louder we was caine movin, now we flyin in them foreigns nigga 650 for the whole thang if you want it nigga better come and get it meet me at the walmart on jefferson right next door to the thrift inn all i do is get it in it was him and his friend "you got 2 zips?" yessss served him and his man and i left blue dolphin's flipper ballin like the clipper's traphouse digital we are them niggas got traphouse on traphouse my bank account get bigger choppers on deck, dont make me pull the trigger work off white, mayonnaise this polo feelin handmade hennessy and champagne the city down wit my campaign next thing you know im ridin down 3-6 in a v-12, no it's not a v-6 all the hoes on my penis Songtexteits like a movie you gotta see this free twain gotti and g son im trappin till the police come hit my cellie if you need somethin i doa white sheet em swervin thru the city everybody know my name pop-a-lot hussien ballin, but it ain't a game. noooooooooooooo chorus all i did was flex on my way to cashing checks mr bank of america deposits on deck i was at the wells fargo like what do you expect ridin thru the trap wit the city on my back trap jumpin like jordan pass of like magic ballin like bird did we was caine movin now we flyin in them foreigns nigga no exchange students verse 2 they said im not a star gotta foreign broad in a foreign car that dessert eagle go "boooooooooooooooom" that bitch be my body guard laughing all the way to the bank like hehe hardy har buncha soft niggas thet ain't hardly hard the whip topless like this mardi gras gotta bad bitch named molly french accient bon voyage and she pop that molly she turn up and she party hard. she gotta friend named connie be like "pop-a-lot ohhhh my god i got all your tapes your flow go so hard" next thing you know she wanna blow the whole squad im ridin round town in a chevy servin hemi im tryna turn this chevy into a lamborghini niggas know your boy pack heat like a sauna and i be in the city any hood that i wanna everybody know pop-a-lot retarded gotta trunk fulla stinky smell like i farted all the bad bitches in the hood wanna holla smokin narcotics nigga money i got it shawty please believe me this trappin shit ain't easy you won't eat if you ain't hungry, you get captured if your greedy im the mvp im just tryna score "boooooooooooooo" feds kickin in the door..... chorus all i did was flex on my way to cashing checks mr bank of america deposits on deck i was at the wells fargo like what do you expect ridin thru the trap wit the city on my back trap jumpin like jordan pass of like magic ballin like bird did we was caine movin now we flyin in them foreigns nigga no exchange students all i did was flex on my way to cashing checks mr bank of america deposits on deck i was at the wells fargo like what do you expect ridin thru the trap wit the city on my back trap jumpin like jordan pass of like magic ballin like bird did we was caine movin now we flyin in them foreigns nigga no exchange students (Thanks to Pop-A-Lot for these lyrics) Aus Songtexte Mania