Chamillionaire: Man, hold up

[Intro - Chamillionaire - talking]Hold up, hold upIf you got change for a dollar in your pocket right nowThen it's time to exit the clubIf you've been sippin out the same cup since you got here and now you swallowin ice (woo)Then it's time to exit the clubIf you made one toss and all the money you had disappeared, then please step to the rearThen it's time to step your game upch-ch-cheah, ch-ch-cheah, ch-ch-cheah, Chamillitary mayne[Chorus - Chamillionaire]Got a couple grand hold it up (up)With your left hand and say man hold up (man hold up)Boys in the front blowin up (up)With the fat stacks in the club, that's us (man that's us)My boys got the club sewed up Stacks so fat, that they can't fold up (can't fold up)The girls in the club know us (us)Because we act bad everytime we show up (sho nuff)[Verse - Chamillionaire]Yeah, you know it's on tonightI got 'em strippin for my tip when I'm in "Harlem Nights" ($5 Tuesdays nigga)Uh, yeah and I got on all this ice (woo)I just came from Johnny the Jeweler, better guard your sight (just paid Johnny partner)Uh, yeah, in Dallas "Gentlemen's"These other boys is holdin ones, we holdin Benjamins (that's real talk)Uh, yeah, go ahead and send 'em inCause we so rich, them haters sick, but ain't no medicine (them haters sick)Uh, yeah, police harassin usWho's vehicle is this? Is somethin that you've asked enough (for real)Uh, yeah, groupies for passin justWe kick 'em out that candy door, they come right back to us (come right back to us, already)Uh, yeah, the golden plaques was upbut I saw gold and that was old, so I got platinum plus (revenge)Uh, yeah, bring it if you bad enoughBut if you not get up outta here or back it up (back, back it up)Uh, Pimp C OG's, so I'm a ballin by that bar in here, like he told me (that Sweet Jones)Uh, yeah, my nigga drinks on meI got some dough you can "Get Throwed" like the homie Bun B (throwed, throwed)Uh, yeah, they wanna be like me, I'm in that lot, I'm hoppin outta candy ESV'sUh, yeah (yeah), she tried to kept on methat's when I spot my trunk and "Swang" it like T-R-A-E (swang and I swang and I swang to the left)Uh, yeah, don't act like y'all forgotthat I've been makin Houston hits legit as Rap-A-Lot (what up International Red)Uh, yeah, let off the gas and stopif you still spinnin like them mix show DJ's, add the box (what up home of the Boys)Uh, yeah, we watchin Magnavox, the car TV's is big enough, boys in the back can watch (already)Uh, yeah, they want my cash to stop, but it won't stop (it won't stop)cause I stay grindin 'til my casket drop (now run it back)Uh, yeah, they want my cash to stop, but it won't stop (ch-cheah)cause I stay grindin 'til my casket drop (Chamillitary mayne)They told me that talk is cheap, but broke hoes be sure talkinUsed to be moonwalkin, now those be strobe walkinBroke hoes for sure callin, fo fos and fos crawlinDon't play with my paper get a broke nose and oh darlingSure starvin, hungry for fetti like it's fettuccineGot a problem, they see me, cause I'ma solve it, believe meBetter be good at magic and bottle the baddest genieHad to holla at Jay, cause the neck just look better blingyWanna be me, I'm just too real to be duplicatedIf you don't know me, yeah you never met me, then you should hate itYou can have an opinion, but I ain't one to debate itIf you ridin spinners, stop it, that nonsense is overratedEven if you on dubs, especially if you on hubsThem sixes is stationary, but somethin that you will loveShout out to the blue and cuz, shout out to my B and bloodsWe ain't tryna be gangsta, for real, we just doin usYeah we gettin that paper, if you say that we're notIt's obvious you residin somewhere up under a rockGot 'em staring outside, they love how the trunk popLike Block E-N-T is me, they be all on my Yung JocReppin them hard blocks, where them hustlers they all readyYour lady all hung up on you, now she callin your boy's cellyAnd that's because y'all petty, my paper's for sure heavyDon't play cause that boy deadly with hands like that boy Freddie[Chorus]