Goldrush
Bet That
[Chorus]Sittin' high, still ridin' dem big whipsStill fly, still grindin', getting big checksStill thuggin', still leanin' to the back, you can bet thatYou can bet that I ride I shine, nigga, you can bet thatI smoke, I drank, boy, you can bet thatTwenty-twos, twenty-fours all we roll...I'm a dope rider fa' sho'[Trick Daddy]Everyday me and my dog - we wylin'Seven-tre, seven-five dope ridin'And we ain't trippin' on nothin', just vibin'Big nine with me 'cause a fuckin' nigga tried meThey already know how I let him goKill his ass and make sho' at his funeralHow the hell a O.B. gon' try me?I'm O.G. on and off TV, seeMiddle fingers in the air, tell 'em fuck y'allTryin' to hate on my dawgs, hell, fuck, nahWhy you hatin' on a nigga like that?Why you tryin' to stab a nigga in his back?I know some niggaz don't like thisBut them niggaz is the reason I'm like thisFuck, niggaz done made me madLetras de cancionesI'm 'bout to snap 'n' put this K on his ass[Chorus][Chamillionaire]HeyI pull up Bentleys, lookin' like they not annoyedTrunk popped up, lookin' like a Tonka ToyIf you don't like it, you know can get that Almond Joy (What?)Deez nuts, nigga; wuddup, Trick? I got ya boyI'm clickin' over, lemme tell her I got another callRidin' wit' my trunk popped up like I'm "Above the Law"Tires wet and, nigga, they still drippin' Armor-AllTell me you gon' fall, and I ain't got to use the arm at allBet Daddy finna trick 'em, finna flip the paperChamillinator, me and Trick - we finna shred a haterTip the dinner waiter, trick 'em like we finna date herGet off ya sleeves, let 'em breathe like a ventilatorHey, what can I say me and the king Of M.I.AFinna, (hey) finna touch ya niggaz and ya finna payStay wit' it; hey, you, we ain't finna playSnatch ya off the wheels, and you can watch ya rims spin away[Chorus][Trick Daddy and Goldrush](In the club wit' my dogs - we wylin'Two straight coup grey dome ridin')Look at cha boy; got so many hoesLook in his mouf; he got so many gold(I'm sippin', and I'm goin'Whole click, that's how we rollin')Stay fly, stay right if ya didn't know(And that's everywhere that we go)All I wanna do isDrive my Chevy through yearsAnd let 'em sweat the candy paintAin't it right? Ain't it tight? Ain't it nice? YesNiggaz like, "Who painted that?"Candy apple green, lookin' mean anywhereTweety seat with the digital dashAnd a swat just right in the ass{They wanna know what I got in hereI got shit when it hit, betta run 'em up outta here}They ain't never heard nothin' like thatAnd they ain't even turned the bass up yet{I love aggressive musicI smoke, I listen to it}I drank so much, sometimes I think I need to quit, but I can't do it[Chorus]
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