(Deep Throat talking)
Wassup........what`s happenin` baby? (ooooohhhhhhhhh)
Look i aint trippin` or nothin`...but uh...
You ganna be part of this Straight Profit cat u ganna have to put five
(oooooooo yeah)
I don`t know how to tell you but uhh...(uuuhhhhhhhoooooohhhhhhhhhhh)
I`m ganna let the Throwed Yung Playas do it
Koolaid, Flex, Black 1
(Lil` Flex)
Would you buy me diamonds or lots of ice ?
Would you buy me a Benz and not ask the price ?
Better yours than mine, I won`t trick a dime
But if it`s comin` out my pocket everythang is fine
You`ll spend the cash, and won`t let me smash
I`m too playa for that there you can go head pass
I like shinin` too, you be grindin` too
I got other female friends thats as fine as you
I do thangs for you, you do thangs for me
I`m as real as real gets and its plain to see
The 1st times a front, took you out to lunch
Spent 50 on your food you didn`t eat that much
Better ask your friends, I`ll smash some twins
I peep game from a distance like a contact lens
Can I swang the wheel, in your red Seville
I put food on your table you can pay your bills
Chorus (Jhaime Music & Deep Throat):
You triflin (Hoodrat, roachin` type of sista)
We TYPs (When a girl like cash we gon` dismiss ya)
We ballers (When times get hard we need a woman to help us out)
Instead of (A girl like you who don`t know what a playas about)
Can you pay my cell phone bill?
Put Baggettes in my grill?
Buy a house on the hill?
Then maybe we can chill
If you can`t come through
Then you gon` get the boot!
(Koolaid)
Hold up, everythang was gravy, till u start talking `bout dem dollars
Tryin` to be another Gangsta Boo, but uh
I`ma make you holla holla
Like JaRule, I`mma act a fool, can`t get a dime from O and me
Better ask my potnas,t hat boy Lil`Marcus
Can`t forget that F-I-V to tha E
That`s J-Five, we struggle and strive, up in this game for finer things
Breakin` up all them poster schemes
Can you put bling bling up in my ring?
That`s your bestfriend, I`m talking baggettes
If you really wanna uhhh keep it real
Baby I`ll drop half on the bills,
but you gotta put more rocks in my grill
That`s 50-50,not 80-20, trying to stack my paper up real tall and long
Talkin` down on my name like Jenny Jones
Now you blowing up my phone cuz I`m ridin` on chrome
Better leave me alone and get Lil` Daddy to pay your bills
Cuz you don`t know nan playa with my skills,
so you better chill and keep it real
Chorus (Jhaime Music):
Can you pay my cell phone bill?
Put Baggettes in my grill?
Buy a house on the hill?
Then maybe we can chill
If you can`t come through, then you gon` get the boot!
(Black 1)
Can you pay my bills
Then keep it real with me for show,
Cuz I`m TYP, Throwed Yung Playa
So you gotta let me know, cuz I`m so for show,
have plenty mo`, and they couldn`t keep it true
So I`m telling you, if you don`t come through
girl you gon` get tha boot
You can call it hard, or call me fraud
If that`s what you would like
But if you want it all, from a man that ball,
girl you gotta come at me right
Wanna drop ya half on a Bentley or Jag, you trying to get over
You better hit ya stash and grab ya cash
Or wish on a four leaf clover
Don`t do no trickin` baby, and I think that you should know
Can`t you tell by how I act when I`m spending my dough
You say I`m tight, call it what you like
Bet you won`t spend yo` dough
But you on tha under, with Reshawnda, playin` like you broke
Chorus (Jhaime Music & Deep Throat): repeat till end
You triflin (Hoodrat, roachin` type of sista)
We TYPs (When a girl like cash we gon` dismiss ya)
We ballers (When times get hard we need a woman to help us out)
Instead of (A girl like you who don`t know what a playas about)
Can you pay my cell phone bill?
Put Baggettes in my grill?
Buy a house on the hill?
Then maybe we can chill
If you can`t come through
Then you gon` get the boot!
