[Verse 1: Webbie]I qotta fully automatic, two-bananas dats a hundred
You already kno the story, some lil ^!$$%s owe me money
I came out here got on, I'm on homies acting funny

I left them ^!$$%s alone cause I felt the jack was coming
I shoot up to Atlanta, I be rollin down the strip
They be on e like I'm tip, I'll chill then I'll dip

Up above to the club, to Manhattan see what's crackin
Girl will lick e like I'm 50 or I'm jigga, I be laughing
Me and boo from baton rouge, get that big ragedy we be stackin

We be packing them big rougers put you losers on a platter
Make some moves up to St. Louis, then get Nelly on the telley
Watching belly shooting dice and betin thousand on the seven

Seen Kelly in Chicago $#&@ it yo showed me the club
We went in and popped some bottles, everybody showed me love
Ain't no telling where we goin and it don't matter where we was

Mane I can go where ever the $#&@ I want simply because
[Chorus:]How many records you sold, I won't with you when you drove
So I don't kno how you ^!$$%s roll, I ain't leaving trill

I kno you ^!$$%s hoes, y'all be talking to them folks
Y'all be creepin in that road, I'm a get you outta here
$#&@ how many records you sold, I won't with you when you drove

So I don't kno how you ^!$$%s roll, I ain't leaving trill
I kno you ^!$$%s hoes, y'all be talking to them folks
Y'all be creepin in that road, I'm a get you outta here


[Verse 2: Lil Phat]I be the trill fam, ^!$$% don't forget the youging
You don't kno how I'm coming hoe look let a ^!$$% run it

I'm like a monkey out the zoo, I'm like a Jordan tennis shoe
It's a southside thing from jimmy lou, the illest shoe
I kno my trill fam ^!$$%s oh they gon ride for me (ride for me)

And all them ones who ain't convicted
Oh they take five for me (take five for me)
We $#&@ing bad bithes don't $#&@ with them sadd (*##$es

Don't like lil bitty hoes we $#&@ing with the phat (*##$es
Ain't no lil lenty hoes, I mean my knot be way fatter
And if you $#&@ with me you hear that ratta tatta tatta

We cut up and and we show out from bently to phantoms
A ^!$$% a punk a (*##$ we stamp'em
We shining on them yeah we grimmy like a motha$#&@a

Climbing on them yeah we grinding like a motha$#&@a
Drink yo hard liqour I'm a sip my cold cup
You can be from outta town I'm a make you put them fours up

[Chorus:]How many records you sold, I won't with you when you drove
So I don't kno how you ^!$$%s roll, I ain't leaving trill
I kno you ^!$$%s hoes, y'all be talking to them folks

Y'all be creepin in that road, I'm a get you outta here
$#&@ how many records you sold, I won't with you when you drove
So I don't kno how you ^!$$%s roll, I ain't leaving trill

I kno you ^!$$%s hoes, y'all be talking to them folks
Y'all be creepin in that road, I'm a get you outta here