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[Intro/Chorus: Chamillionaire] Uh Huuuh! I got the thugs body rockin' Girls body flockin' I ain't trippin still got a spot to put the glock in Blades steady choppin' Boppa's steady boppin' Got a lot of ladies yeah I got a lot of options I got the thugs body rockin' Girls body flockin' Clothes lookin' throwed like I just came back from shoppin' Blades steady choppin' Boppa's steady boppin' Got a lot of ladies yeah I got a lot of options [Verse 1: Chamillionaire] Baby all I know is I'm on 4's And this candy over silver sprayed on all my doors These brauds steady tellin me my car so throwed But my patna hopped right out and picked the braud I choose Beat up in a slab tv screens steady fallin' Lookin for some chicks and big business to get involved in Use to be on 4's had them swangas steady crawlin' (4 real) Use to hit that cappa and that classic in new orleans I took the doo-rag of the braids but I can't see a thang SongtexteSun is out but it look dark in my new set of versace shades Boys wonderin' and tryin' to count what I done made Cause my pockets lookin' pudgy and my jordan's lookin' swayed Darlin' I'm afraid that somethin isnt right She keeps sayin that I'm cool but she keeps sayin she a dike How do I persuade the braud to take the pipe Tell her get off from my swangas or get plumin' in your life [Chorus] [Verse 2: Chamillionaire] Wanna be's throwin' ones tryin' to show that they makin cash Lookin' stupid than a mother all though it'll raise ya tabs Cause the vehicles and jewelry we got is way mo' advanced There's more colors in a watch than a set of jamaican flags Pick it all up in bags the promoters like make it fast Cause here comes another monsoon and these boys is goin' make it last Y'all hit the club tryin' to act like ya poppin' tags Hit the club and ya new clothes and you know you goin' take it back I'm a fly rides owner ain't no need to take a cab Cause the key ain't nothin' to me I got cars so just take the slab Say you doin' it bigger it trip us so they can laugh Cause I done ran threw way mo' numbers than student's can do in math 40 large in my pocket's is causin' my pants to sag Still in love with my money like I use to say in the past Who can do it better is the question they hate to ask Walk right out ya conversation and hope that it make ya mad [Chorus] Aus Songtexte Mania