[Trick Daddy] For the niggas, my niggas, ya'll niggas [Trina] For my bitchs, bad bitchs [Trick Daddy] Fuck dem hoes [Trina] Fuck dem niggas [Trick
Dollar ain't the same Ever since I started Nation ridin', got a lil' change Surrounded myself by game, niggaz sayin' I'm counterfeit Ain't that a bitch Re-evaluate and stop
, bring 'em champagne with five matts on >from most hated, to heavy rotated, forget it Next stop is movies, y'all check it when blockbuster get it Cheap
. Ya'll niggas want to be pimps and players? This aint 1997 nigga. I'd rather be rich and unhappy, then broke and miserable. Because the game don't
hesitate I'm wasting time with this funk ass bitch Riding round with this drunk ass bitch Hoe let it bump Chicken, chicken, don't be tripping When I'm bout to spit this
'ma mack her From the land of cheap work and steady licks With pounds of dro' and Impala bricks We grind to eat and eat to live This shit for real, these ain't no tricks
on this shit. What's up to all the fly niggas and bitches that love this gangsta shit. You knew we wouldn't disappoint y'all. Every hood, every project. This
, But sometimes when I'm alone like this I wonder just who can see through it. Bargains and sacrifices. Cheap tricks, cheaper devices. What did you know
'all niggaz wanna be pimps and players? This ain't 1997 nigga I'd rather be rich and unhappy than broke and miserable Cause the game don't give a FUCK
Etho, I miss Hevo When I die, I hope heaven look like the ghetto (yeah) Picture me trick, and take a loss I'm cheap like the Chinese man with duck sauce This
where my people at (Right here) Where my people at? Show me where my people at (Westside in this motherfucker) All my niggaz now, this for niggaz here (Come on, Westside in this
at all, long as you just bring me your Friends, (wessyde in this motherfucker) Why you trickin on them other hoes? Let's be friends (wessyde in this
to dig these hoes, dig this here I bust a nut in a magic trick then disappear But you still unaware, cause you blind hoe You out yo mind hoe So stop
like to dig these hoes,dig this here I bust a nut in a magic trick then disappear But you still unaware, cause you blind hoe You out yo mind hoe So stop
(Juvenile) Do you know what this ballin is, I'm talking bout marble floors Tricks in private jets, hoes behind Rover doors You talked about me bad but
And my face is like a household name Everybody warns their kids about the dope game But I'm still makin' my profit And the one time just can't stop
fittin to talk to me I keep it pimpin so don't talk to me If it ain't 'bout business, cause talk is cheap (talk is cheap) [Verse 2 - Chamillionaire -
vogues We drink cheap liquor smoke sticky sweet swisher And boy we love fucking them hoes We them country ass niggas from the bottom of the map Ridin' heavy big bodies and vogues We drink cheap