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chip tha ripper - pocket full of cheese lyrics

[akon:]
cause i be up in the club rockin’ posted with a pocket
full of cheese (okay)
and you kno i keep dem convicts boppin’ hold’n it down
fa my g’s

[chip tha ripper:]
ay we gon do it like dis
nawl we gon do it like dis
catch me n the middle of the sea like fish (like fish)
nope i’on got stacks on deck
got stacks n my pocket got stacks on my neck
n the middle of the club with my hands n da er
n da vip coo with all da hoes down sters
i’on make bank rolls i roll banks
n my ice cream hoody coat check no thanks
i’m a need a dodge ram pickup truck
wen i ride thru ya city an i pick up bucks yup yup
i keep everything chill ova here
i’m not chip tha rip i’m chip tha fridgerear (bbuurr)
yea i’m da coldest with da flow
got a chevy on 4’s i’m da throwdest on the road (yea)
wen i’m n da club take a look at me
you can see da money n me i’m a certified g
tell’em akon

[akon:]
so throw yo hands n da sky n-gg-
if you a hustler ride n do a die n-gg-
gettin dat money flippin pies n-gg-
an keep a big booty chick on da side n-gg-

cause i be up in the club rockin’ posted with a pocket
full of cheese (okay)
and you kno i keep dem convicts boppin’ hold’n it down
fa my g’s (hol’ up)

[chip tha ripper:]
i’on be on ganster sh-t (why)
cause n-gg-z ain’t really gansters yet
i’m runnin where i stay yea dats clear
where da p-ssy boyz at call me mr. cashmeier
n-gg-z think day all big an strong out here
naw dats da alcohol had one to many beers
soon as ya sober up tough man scared
den wen i pull out tha pump tough man disappear
n-gg-z is insacure naw not me doe
i sing ta da money call me bobby valetino
all i wanna do is see my first huned grand
i’m not a business man i’m a business man

[akon:]
so throw yo hands n da sky n-gg-
if you a hustler ride n do a die n-gg-
gettin dat money flippin pies n-gg-
an keep a big booty chick on da side n-gg-

cause i be up in the club rockin’ posted with a pocket
full of cheese (okay)
and you kno i keep dem convicts boppin’ hold’n it down
fa my g’s (hol’ up)

[chip tha ripper:]
call me da f-ckin whip
i make a f-ckin grip
i take deez hoes an dingaling i didn’t even wanna take
a trip
i get dat money baby i’on need no wallet
shhit my money barely fit n side of my little pockets
my shades skin an pradas
i f-ckin thin an got us
you put up a shot an i will block it call me ben
wallace
my jeans scream yea i walk around with a bundle
you see my candy whip drippin n jolly rancha puddles
(yea)
i call my n-gg- shh fa da high dro
dope fiends walk past you will knock on my do’
i do wat i does i does wat i do
call me grenade man man curplunk i blew

[akon:]
so throw yo hands n da sky n-gg-
if you a hustler ride n do a die n-gg-
gettin dat money flippin pies n-gg-
an keep a big booty chick on da side n-gg-

cause i be up in the club rockin’ posted with a pocket
full of cheese (okay)
and you kno i keep dem convicts boppin’ hold’n it down
fa my g’s (hol’ up)

so throw yo hands n da sky n-gg-
if you a hustler ride n do a die n-gg-
gettin dat money flippin pies n-gg-
an keep a big booty chick on da side n-gg-

cause i be up in the club rockin’ posted with a pocket
full of cheese (okay)
and you kno i keep dem convicts boppin’ hold’n it down
fa my g’s (hol’ up)

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