feat. Ludacris
[Ludacris]
Uhh...Iight
Ok...
I can see we only messin with big money right about
now
Count that...Ludacris
Roll the dutches, and bust the spades
P-H-I to A-T-L...uh-huh
Bounce bounce, how we gonna do it?
Disturbing the peace, actin in complete Mogey
Whas up?
[Dutch]
I know you bitches smell money
I know you see them wheels on that six hundred
I see you peepin my shine
The way I'm livin, way I'm glisten
I'm a pimp and I can't quit it (nah-ah)
Don't ever forget it
And baby if I'ma digits
I'm hell of persistent
So whether beef or a cellie
Hit me, we could get petty
I turn niggas into veggies
Over sauce with the spaghetti
I'm raw, you won't forget me wit cars
With two seat Bentleys, I'm all
What could you tell me, two deals under my belly
And anytime its war, I'm down down like Nelly
Throw round rounds and scullies
Smoke pounds pounds of scully
Judges who try to jail me
Suckin dick and watchin tele
I'm gone
[Chorus 2x: Dutch (girl singing)]
Tell me what you want (want)
Tell me what you like (like)
Oh you wanna roll? Let's take a flight (flight)
Everything's all right (its all right)
You with Ludacris and Dutch and Spade tonight (Spade,
Dutch Spade)
Everything is tight
Gotta get it right (all right)
Go get it right, gotta get it right (all right, its all right)
[Spade]
Bounce, if you feelin this here
All my niggas throw your steel in the air
Yo its trouble round here
What you niggas ain't heard?
Spade from the P-H
Major Figgas the word
You niggas fake grind
Y'all sit on the bird
I got work and I'm waitin to s
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