King Chip - Like This (Remix) lyrics

[Intro] Yeah Chip Tha Ripper You know me n***a Money! Aha What up now, baby, I see you Hey, hey DJ EV [Verse] Baby girl, I'll be balling Have you ever seen me rolling Have you ever seen them [?] When you see me at the mall, so you know how much it cost When you see me you'll never see me with no broad cause I don't cake these hoes, I'ma let them [?] Rather have a cute face and a nice body though Rather tell them “Adiós” but they try to getting loose And bikini dolls made the Chevy [?] Baby girl I'll be balling, and I'll be cause I rock nice Chevy sitting high, bumpin', ‘bout to hit the stop light And them hoes stop like “Ho, look at that n***a there He must have had to use a lot of weed to get up there” When the hotty gon' get up, let's keep watching and we see All I hear is “Bingo!” when I'm riding in the streets See them range, took a [?] Young black n***as over here getting money I'm ever too clean with my ever suit jeans And my [?] with my [?] And my flip flop, candy-drop [?] [?] when they let it go, hey Now let me introduce myself Click, pow - hi, I'm the new guy Polo fresh, that n***a too fly Them hoes broke their neck when the Benz flew by Hoes asking my phone like “Hit me right back” You don't like me, let's keep it like that Cause I don't like you and we probably never met You can keep that respect, get my motherf**in' check Slab up n***a, I be right of the [?] Gun shots and rocks, just f**ed up over there The drought hit hard but you probably couldn't tell Cause the n***as over there been feeded I swear He hit the club, my n***as throwing money in the air So now fifty b**hes got enough money to do their hair You broke n***as still fighting in the clubs I'm getting money never to be seeing what you bombs Baby I'm down with, b**h I get a damn grip Twenty-eight swangin', ten inches on the damn lip One man card show, I ain't come down b**h Riding real high so they can't talk down b**h n***a my paint wet, [?] By the times you coppin', I'm riding [?] Planes and helicopters yeah, b**h I get my Travalong I got my b**hes back in Cleveland but I'm never home And I'll be gone, oh so gone, off that ganja Hoes want my baby but I cover up the monster Bang, bang, skeet, skeet, pull it out, [?] Or maybe I just [?] Now any who, back to the whip Barbies kiss my Cuddy to get some gloss on their lip [?] in the trunk, bang like a crib Before I even pull up, little kids be like: Chip!