[Chorus]: Master P {Choppa}
Them boys on that block holla (ooh ooh)
Them girls that got it hot holla (ooh ooh)
If ya runnin` from them cops holla (ooh ooh)
{Holla...} (ooh ooh) {Holla} (ooh ooh)
[Verse 1]: Master P
Call me trashman cuz I put it up and back
Whodi owe me money I`ma bust his fuckin` ass
I`m allergic to Dr. Pepper, so pass me Dr. Cristale
Hit me on the two-way, whodi, I get wit`cha
Put it on the stove, bake it like a pie
Take it to the hood, slang it 16-5
When niggas snort it boy, they be passin` it to they girls
Wrap it up in Ziploc, back it up and twirl
Send money to the pent. Mac and C be home soon
Bitches start snitchin` I`ma send `em to the moon
I could sell a hoe a green, front a hustler a lake
I could never fall off, I`m the `Ghetto Bill` Gates
[Chorus]
[Verse 2]: Curren$y
These lil` niggas can`t take it anymore
I push through the club iced out, low key with my P. Miller galore
Hoes breakin` down the doors, uhh
Because the 504 Boyz here they can`t wait `til we get on
It`s Curren$y the motherfuckin` rookie of the year
This ain`t the WNBA, ain`t no pussies over here
Yeah, I`m makin` figures fuckin` with the Ghetto Bill
And a truck with some rims that`s bigger than Ferris wheels, holla
[Chorus]
[Verse 3]: Krazy
See this No Limit army nigga, that`s my Kliq
The hoe that you tongue kissin` used to be my bitch
For these sayin` they`ll slay a nigga, they called pricks
And this brown shit I`m sniffin` nigga, it got me sick
And this big truck I`m pushin`, nigga, my tight whip
With a chop of lead on the Send " Holla" Ringtone to your Cell