Back off We gon', we, we gon' put the recession On hold tonight, homie Feel me, hey Every time I hit the club (Club) Everybody know I pull up in the Chevy with the suicide doors an Shawty diggin' me 'cause she know who I are like Take out all this money and slam in on the bar like Gimme that cup (Cup) Pour out nouveau And I'm not leavin' here so don't turn the lights on And hit the VIP every time I come through Get the grass, shawty and show 'em what they do Nigga, we get money 'round here Hey, the gang gettin' funny 'round here Hey nigga, we gettin' money 'round here Hey nigga, we gettin' money 'round here Hold up, wait, you know I gotta have it Model after model, I'm a bad chick magnet She see them suicides sittin' outside Chevrolet flyin' we dodgin' power lines Talk to 'em, paint wet, see it drip off And baby, you can kiss it, you don't need lip gloss She just another tryin' to ride on