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(Hook) See me by myself, I got that thang with me And that club ain't shit if you ain't make it rain in it Rack on rack and hollow with the 45's in the trunk, Turn it up and let it pop Uh huh, ah ah, uh huh, ah, ah Uh huh, ah ah, uh huh, ah, ah Uh huh, ah ah, uh huh, ah, ah Uh huh, ah ah, uh huh, ah, ah (Verse) Uhu, aha, that's what I made her say Cause Hurricane made a stick down in a major way Ok, let's go, my money straight I play to win, every time, let me demonstrate, my real estate My condo in Atlanta, mansion in Louisiana Couple million in the bank, I feed my dog file mignon steak Pocket full of money, workin like I need crutches And I got a really big engine, run up with the peanut butter, guts on the inside Causing I make the speaker sound, like it's on my turn to talk I'm standing representing my hood, living it up I go super stupid dumb, just run up and try your luck Watch how quick I bust you up Hoe I think you mad, cause this chick want me to fill her up And drop her right back off to him Right after we pin her up Letras de cancionesSplurging, I be spending bucks, swerving in my Bentley truck But Bentley don't make a truck Ok, well I just made that up See me surf had to sleep at the red light, barely could keep my head up We gonn play big bank take lil bank up That will show who got they bread up (Hook) See me by myself, I got that thang with me And that club ain't shit if you ain't make it rain in it Rack on rack and hollow with the 45's in the trunk, Turn it up and let it pop Uh huh, ah ah, uh huh, ah, ah Uh huh, ah ah, uh huh, ah, ah Uh huh, ah ah, uh huh, ah, ah Uh huh, ah ah, uh huh, ah, ah (Verse) I got a hoe, said I holler hurricane All the bad chicks said they wanna hold my chain She was giving me brain, and I'm kill all the bodies I didn't even know her name Whole lot of stacks in the backpack, really we ain't got no trust but to make it rain Tell me, have you ever been to Onyx Standing in the middle of the floor with a fistfull of hunneds All about, all about the money When the club close, I be leaving with somebody else with me Take her to the road, put her in the bed, Plus I'm pullind ends, now you're telling me I'm all about the stomach Whatever your name I done done it Got a lot of fame in the game but I don't act funny My neck look froze I’mma respect come, they better try not go outside there’s a hurricane coming Rap through the city, in a 'lac 2 chicks on the backseat kissing each other on the mouth You can take off your tong if this your song I wanna see what you bout The club ain't shit until the thunderstorm get it Got the whole club rocking Louisiana we get jiggy Less be creepin if you strippin and we tippin that's the bizness baby I’m 51-50, big money I comprehend it Lil mama want me to eat it, like a pit off in the city Hurricane Chris and Drumma Boy on the track it's ridiculous (Hook x2) See me by myself, I got that thang with me And that club ain't shit if you ain't make it rain in it Rack on rack and hollow with the 45's in the trunk, Turn it up and let it pop Uh huh, ah ah, uh huh, ah, ah Uh huh, ah ah, uh huh, ah, ah Uh huh, ah ah, uh huh, ah, ah Uh huh, ah ah, uh huh, ah, ah From Letras Mania