(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
|
Splurging, 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
|
|
-----------------
|
Uh Huh
|
Hurricane Chris |