Chip Tha Ripper - Pocket Full Of Cheese lyrics

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The real name of this song is "Club Rockin"

Cause I be up in the club rockin' posted with a pocket full of G's (OKAY)

And you kno I keep dem convicts boppin' hold'n it down fa my G's

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

So throw yo hands n da sky nigga

If you a hustler ride n do a die nigga

Gettin dat money flippin pies nigga

An keep a big booty chick by ya side nigga

Cause I be up in the club rockin' posted with a pocket full of *G's* (OKAY)

And you kno I keep dem convicts boppin' hold'n it down fa my G's(HOL' UP)

I'on be on ganster shit(WHY)

Cause niggaz ain't really gansters yet

I'm runnin where I stay yea dats clear

Where da pussy boyz at call me mr. pap smear

Niggaz 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

Niggaz 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

So throw yo hands n da sky nigga

If you a hustler ride n do a die nigga

Gettin dat money flippin pies nigga

An keep a big booty chick by ya side nigga

Cause I be up in the club rockin' posted with a pocket full of *G's* (OKAY)

And you kno I keep dem convicts boppin' hold'n it down fa my G's(HOL' UP)

Call me da fuckin whip

I make a fuckin 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 fuckin 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 nigga 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

So throw yo hands n da sky nigga

If you a hustler ride n do a die nigga

Gettin dat money flippin pies nigga

An keep a big booty chick by ya side nigga

Cause I be up in the club rockin' posted with a pocket full of *G's* (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 nigga

If you a hustler ride n do a die nigga

Gettin dat money flippin pies nigga

An keep a big booty chick by ya side nigga

Cause I be up in the club rockin' posted with a pocket full of *G's* (OKAY)

And you kno I keep dem convicts boppin' hold'n it down fa my G's(HOL' UP)

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