You got a motherfuckin' check in your pocket

Pull it out right now (skrrt)

And contribute (haan), uh

(Squat made the beat)

(Hey) I'm standin' at a table full of bottles (full of bottles, hey)

I'm standin' at a table full of robbers (full of robbers, hey-ey-ey)

Trust me, n**a, you don't want no problems (no, hey)

You gon' make them choppas blocka-blocka, yeah (hey)

If you ain't got no haters, you ain't poppin' (you ain't poppin')

If you ain't got no haters, you ain't poppin', n**a (no)

If you ain't got no haters, you ain't poppin' (you ain't poppin')

If you ain't got no haters, you ain't poppin', n**a (ha)

I met a b**h from uptown, I'm like, "woah" (woah)

Patrón shots, a couple of rounds, she like, "woah" (woah, woah)

My niggas ain't f**n' around, they gon' go (bop!)

Think I'ma spend a cheque on that p**y, I'm like, "no" no!

Ow

I put your b**h in a Phantom (phantom), that shit big as a planet (planet)

Got some bitches in Paris that speakin' French like Montana (yeah-yeah)

Got a b**h in the projects, she be holdin' her hammer (bang)

Landed in California, 'bout to go to Atlanta

To meet my b**h from Miami, she wanna be on the team

I moonwalk in that p**y, she thinkin' she Billie Jean (woo)

I got a TEC sittin' on the step and that's on the set

Here I go, wring a n**a neck, all about a check, yeah, I know

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Yeah, I'm standin' at a table full of bottles (full of bottles)

I'm standin' at a table full of robbers (full of robbers, hey-ey-ey)

Trust me, n**a, you don't want no problems (no)

You gon' make them choppas blocka-blocka, yeah grr)

If you ain't got no haters, you ain't poppin' (you ain't poppin')

If you ain't got no haters, you ain't poppin', n**a (no, hey-ey-ey)

If you ain't got no haters, you ain't poppin' (you ain't poppin')

If you ain't got no haters, you ain't poppin', n**a (no)

Hey, f**k twelve, Eazy-E voice (f**k twelve)

I had to get it out the street, had no choice (choice)

I pulled up to my P.O

In a Rolls-Royce (royce)

Your bitches fell in love with a D-boy (hey)

Richie 'bout his paper, 'bout his cheese, boy (cheese, boy)

The streets gon' vouch for me, so I don't need nothin' (don't need nothin')