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[Verse 1: Chuck Inglish]

San Diego, Dago, get what you pay for

It's not everyday though, they do what we say so

Uh, def that bump

It's not a drop, it's convertible bruh

Put a rack up on it if you ain't no punk

Do it up like the steps, walk it out like a pet

Off the top, get a tip like 75 percent

This establishment was meant, washin' money with the lint

Register [?] it up like Lykke

And I look like I'm meant to dress better than you niggas

Rhyme like I know I'm way nicer than you, nigga

I was just makin' beats, back to fightin' on you niggas

Horsepower, still ride rims on pick-ups

Sip cup Sprite, don't shake, just mix up

Pour it up right, it'll be a slow night

If you had a little cough, this'll knock us out the park

Softball slow pitch, knock it out to tomorrow

And I wrote a couple bars you can hang up on the wall

This is all

Name a price, then it's bought

[?] with his car, gettin' money for a dog


[Chorus: Chuck Inglish]

It's not a drop, this a money clip

You gotta rock, to make the honeys dip

It don't stop, it don't stop

Gettin' rocked, it don't stop

It's not a drop, this a money clip

You gotta rock, to make the honeys dip

It don't stop, it don't stop

Gettin' rocked, it don't stop


[Verse 2: Hassani Kwess]

I got a handful of methods, Nike ups you can't check

If I ever brainstorm, did a rain [?]

I remain high threat with the frame I flex

Every dame I slept, if they came I 'ject

Came my best and obtain my quest

And I came winnin', fact still remains, I'm next

What you grippin'? OE! What you sippin'? OE!

Spittin' fluid OP 'till you niggas OD

On the slick rap shit, let me slick that

I got Rollies with the gold and the knickknacks

Crack from my knees to my six pack

Let me hit that puss, where your bitch at?

With a pipe like 500 nick sacks

Plus I spit fat raps with a click clack

Get back, GLAHH GLAHH, let me hold that cake

Let me hold that weight and it close that safe

Scram, blam, clam, ran, damn on polices

Grand handstands couldn't slam on my thesis

Congo bands can't jam when they beat us

Clean pair of heaters, threw dirt on the neatest

Say Chuck, I told niggas kick the bass

Where you get that shit? Let me hit that

Let me slit that shit in the six pack

Let me mix that shit in the track for the kick back


[Chorus: Chuck Inglish]

It's not a drop, this a money clip

You gotta rock, to make the honeys dip

It don't stop, it don't stop

Gettin' rocked, it don't stop

It's not a drop, this a money clip

You gotta rock, to make the honeys dip

It don't stop, it don't stop

Gettin' rocked, it don't stop


[Verse 3: Retch]

I'm on my Tommy Vercetti

Ridin in an Infernus or maybe I’m in a Cheetah

Call up candy, is you ready?

Finna check Lancey, told me he got some fetti

Hit Sonny Forelli on the celly

Diaz was my mans but he got a little jelly

So I ran him for his crib, no more nights in the telly

Even though my shit was on the beach, bitches ride past

Rollerblades on their feet, he wasn't trying to let me eat

And that dude from Star Island kinda sweet

So Diaz, yeah he disappeared

Ask Ken Rosenberg, nigga I wasn't there

I was in the pole position gettin' dances in the chair

Doin' pumps like it's all good and dandy

Still gettin' gobbled up by Candy in the Banshee

'Member when Ricky sent his mans to come and plant me

Hit Phil Cassidy, I [?] slam me

You want a problem? You know it's nada

Slice a nigga throat with a katana

Front his momma, or his father

Then hit up Little Haiti and get some ganja

Real player like


[Verse 4: Sulaiman]

Steady makin' advances, so fuck your man, bitch

I'll make his face kiss Stan Smiths

Banned kicks, Man in the land of the hand to hand switch

My niggas holdin' the Addy's when they out of Xan's

It's back to the old shit

Pat Quinn got my niggas trading in their old tools

I was eatin' waveforms, shittin' on the Pro Tools

Hopeful my vocals, make a nigga strong like Goku

Blow god smoke, make an archangel choke

I don't travel, I smuggle DEA, say I'm dope

And don't let Drake take a quote when I'm dead

For a record I'll haunt that nigga in a second


[Verse 5: Vic Mensa]

Curse to the brand, truth to the fame

'68 Camaro, I'm ridin' it in the rain

Shorty say she seen me on TV, it ain't a thing

Chuck on his old school, I'm feelin' like Dana Dane

Or like Big Daddy Kane with a gold chain

Got a quarter P for a stain, and flipped the whole thing

Nigga hit me up on the jack, told me shit's game

Now I'm by the lake on the cellular while I get brain

I'm a citizen, my truck when I switch lanes

Shorty starts screamin', I told the bitch chill, damn

Can't you see I'm leanin' and that purple in my brain?

Give me aerosmith dreamin, I'm feelin' like Willie Beamen

On a Sunday night, flight Monday

Still in the air in the airplane, hit the runway

Smokin' on that picante, shit be the cross country

Dub sack in one day, OJ and the Bombay 

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