Lyrics

[Intro] Chop, chop, chop (Yeah) Chop, chop, chop (Drought 3) Chop, chop, chop Chop, chop, chop (Yeah) Scott Storch [Refrain] Bitch, I'm back on my grizzy, Young Money, where you at? Two tables and a mic, tell the DJ run it back Bitch, I'm back on my grizzy, Young Money, where you at? Two tables and a mic, tell the DJ run it back (Bi—) [Interlude] Chop, chop, chop Chop, chop, chop (You ready now? Cut me up, Drew) Chop, chop, chop (Cut the music up, baby) Chop, chop, chop (Yeah, I'm goin' in) Scott Storch [Verse] Bitch, I'm back on my grizzy, Young Money, where you at? If you fuck with Young Money, Young Money, where you at? Like the Energizer Bunny with a battery pack Boy, that chopper keep drumming like brrat-da-dat-dat Or ba-rum-ba-bum-bum and I'm so young But I'm a giant like fee-fi-fo-fum Just bought a new crib inside Sodom Got some money put away in case the hurricane come I'm a fuckin' shame, huh? Yeah, I know, yeah, I know I go out the country to get all my clothes and my hoes I go out my way just to get my dro and my dough 'Cause I love it more than I love my hoes, yes, I dos I got gasoline comin' out my pores, I'm a torch I got glasses like that white boy Scott Storch and a Porsche I got license for the scorch, snipers at your porch Rifles by the forts and we shoot up courts The judge just a bitch, the jury suck dick I'm an Eastside Blood and I don't smoke that Crip I smoke that kush, first name Bubba First name Young, last name Stunna Carter in the office, take notes when I'm talkin' Smooth as the cruise boat, floats when I'm walkin' I boast 'cause I'm ballin', I'm 'posed to be ballin' When I'm on the phone with bitches, man, the money keep callin' You ain't satisfied 'til your son'll be callin' Tellin' you where to leave the money in the morning Okay, you want a zombie movie instead That's when you walk in your house and everybody dead Yeah, I could take a shit where I stand, where I stand And watch you pussies piss in your pants You ain't a man, you're a ho, I could kill him with the flow And then play the guitar at the fuckin' funeral Yeah, big guns, so they drinkin' big shots And my gang go Saddam Hussein and missile-launch The Korean call me Wayne Chang, now listen, ma I don't know karate, but after the brain, I'll kick you out You niggas suck like Tony Romo, no homo And I'm all about my money, I get paid for promo, yeah I'm the man in this bitch They say money talks, well, I'm the ventriloquist And if I ever jump, I'll probably land in your bitch Boy, that ho colder than my hand and my wrist Boy, I'm more cooler than a fan and a mint And when I'm done, this track will need a couple bandages I be with savages and I'm above average I'm a crazy-ass star like a fucking asterisk You niggas can't see me, I'm on my Casper shit Runnin' so much game, I fuck around and lap a bitch The club like a grocery, I just bag a bitch And you know I'm gon' score like Deion after picks I'm rollin' on a pill, she get that morning-after dick And when my roll came down, guess what I did after it? [Chorus] I pop-popped and took some Patrón shots I pop-popped and took some Grey Goose shots I pop-popped, yeah Young Money, bitch, and if you niggas wan' do it We chop-chop and leave your back on the block We pop cops and ain't no rats on my block I got shop, I got that dro, I got them pills, I got that yay Give it to them hoes and watch them bitches freak away [Outro] Young Money, bitch Drought 3, in your neck, pussy Like an Adam's apple, nigga Weezy Baby, the god, amen, gone