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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Smilez and Southstar
Smilez and Southstar
Performer
Robert Campman
Robert Campman
Performer
Jonathan St. Aimee
Jonathan St. Aimee
Performer
R. Bailey
R. Bailey
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Robert Campman
Robert Campman
Songwriter
Rodney Bailey
Rodney Bailey
Songwriter
Jonathan St. Aimee
Jonathan St. Aimee
Songwriter

Lyrics

Mi amor, te quiero tanto Me encanta que tienes tanto dinero Besame, amame, Hasme tuya Ay papi, Ay Ay Ay papi Ay papi, Ay Ay Ay papi Ay papi, Ay papi Ay Ay Ay papi, Ay Ay Ay papi [Southstar - talking over female] What's up? Ok, yeah, uh huh Once again, Mr. Smilez Southstar, yeah, ya'll know how we do Check it, uh, uh, uh, uh Right now I'm 'bout to bring ya'll the funk (ok) Windows down, let the beat bang out the trunk (let's go) Roll it up, blow dirt, only smoke skunk (*inhaling*) I'm the clean up hitter, so I ain't never gonna bunt (*coughing noise*) Don't front, I'm gonna keep doin' what I want (uh huh) Got a couple dimes, but ya'll never see me flaunt (nah) Chicks be like South, ain't you ready for a wife? Nah I just want to get brains, move on with life (haha) I take girls on trips and shopping sprees Romance 'em, before they drop to their knees (get down) Type of cat, that don't even ice out your beat (bling) And give you the chills, in a 100 degree heat Drop the top down, just to feel the breeze And take all ya'll money, why ya'll catchin' Z's (*snoring noise*) I'm gonna run up in spots, reppin' as D And have the whole world sayin', I'm the best MC (that's right) [Chorus - Male singing] Yo, we gotta get that dough Then we gotta get some more I hope your ready to rollll And hey (hey), you know we gotta get paid I hope you think that way If so, it's time to rollll [Smilez] Uh, uh, uh, Smilez, uh, uh, yo, yo, yo I went from the two door Ac, to the Lexus kid From the Lee jeans, to the coochie stiffness From bein' bad at class, people call me stupid Now I get so much brain, I'm a honor student Ya'll not ready, ya'll MTV wannabes Before 11, tryin' to get in the club for free I see ya'll, I sent love to all a ya'll Cause when I reppin' no fees, it's like I make head calls I hate to ball, you know how that go, Benzo, or viente dos That like damn is that ya'll Of course dog, run up in the club, toss broads Dude I'm a hazard like "I'm a ball ta" Little do' nigga, Bud Light sippa Rolled up on 16's, get that outta here nigga I'm about them figgas, G5 on the whippa Get ready to roll, and let's go nigga [Chorus] [Southstar] Yo, what you want to do spend my cheese? What you wanna go overseas? Want to ride, right beside of me In the Lex, or the Benz, or the drop Bentley (ha) Well tell me, what you gonna do for me? Ha, is that what you gonna do for me? (haha) Well you better call 2 or 3 Of your freakest friends for Smilez & me [Smilez] Yo, even as Smilez sittin' ok I still run up in yo' place, and grab what's on your plate Since the single drop niggaz like "you came and went" Tryin' to get fat as fuck, belly over my waist Now chicks wanna holla at Smilez, cause they know The neck, the wrist, the ankles so po' (uh huh) Chain went from 18 inches to 34 (wow) Atari niggas, can't match this X Box flow [Southstar] And we livin' this dream, makin' this cream Bless my team, and makin' sure we all gonna gleam (yeah) Pullin' up in cars and rims, never seen And when the sun hit chrome, it'll let off beams And when we at a red light, it'll keep on spinnin' (watch) We ain't balled out yet, it's just the beginnin' (uh huh) Never fallin' off man, keep on spittin' (let's go) Dakari, show them how the beat keep hittin' [Chorus] - 2X [Talking over the chorus] Yeah, uh, ok, uh, let's go, uh, uh Street ballers, uh, T-money, uh Dakari, uh, uh
Writer(s): Rodney Bailey, Jonathan St. Aimee, Robert Campman Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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