Ask 'Em

Yup, this shit ain't stoppin'

We jsut can't start it

East side Long Beach all the way to the Bay,

All the way to Korea(P-P-P-Lo, time to bring the bass back)

Jessica Ho, P-Lo, and $tupid Young

(That's only right)Aye, Aye

Yeah bitch I'm gone, takin' off like I'm NASA

Hoes wanna **** cause they see I got my cash up

It ain't bout the racks, said I'm good, I could pass up

I be with my dawgs they gon' do what I ask 'em

Yeah bitch I'm gone, takin' off like I'm NASA

Hoes wanna **** cause they see I got my cash up

It ain't bout the racks, said I'm good, I could pass up

I be with my dawgs they gon' do what I ask 'em

Niggas hit my line cause they see I got my cash up

You ain't talkin' 'bout racks, nigga you can back up

Baby tryna **** me, she heard I got my racks up

So I told her, "face down baby, with your ass up"

Gang in this bitch nigga, don't get smacked up

If you want to take it there we gon' pick the straps up

Homies got his address, bring that Google map up

Life is a gamble and I'm hoping I don't crap up

7-11 baby, east side, you know what I'm reppin' baby

These other on my feet when I'm steppin' baby

We don't take losses, we just learnn lessons baby

That's on the gang, she ****in' with me I got my guap up

I got money in the safe, I got my stocks up

You ain't the type to hold me down when I'm locked up

So after I'm done ****in', I'm gone when he pop up

Aye, Aye

Yeah bitch I'm gone, takin' off like I'm NASA

Hoes wanna **** cause they see I got my cash up

It ain't bout the racks, said I'm good, I could pass up

I be with my dawgs they gon' do what I ask 'em

Yeah bitch I'm gone, takin' off like I'm NASA

Hoes wanna **** cause they see I got my cash up

It ain't bout the racks, said I'm good, I could pass up

I be with my dawgs they gon' do what I ask 'em

Took about 10 just to pop off, kick the door in

Now I'm in the drop top, it's a foreign

Sun shine brighter after rain and the pourin'

Better days, still trapped in my story

We flippin', trippin', dippin, up in the streets

Tell all these bitches they ain't ****in' with me

Yeah, old friends used to tell I should stop now

Never calmed down, now I stay bossed out

Y'all ain't for the fame, chasin' clout now

You ain't **** with me then, you ain't ****in' with me right now

All up in my jeans, everyday I pop it

I ain't talkin' bout the booty, got bands in my pocket

Ain't nobody got time for no cupid shit

On my grind, $tupid Young told me we gon' get stupid rich

Aye, Aye

Yeah bitch I'm gone, takin' off like I'm NASA

Hoes wanna **** cause they see I got my cash up

It ain't bout the racks, said I'm good, I could pass up

I be with my dawgs they gon' do what I ask 'em

Yeah bitch I'm gone, takin' off like I'm NASA

Hoes wanna **** cause they see I got my cash up

It ain't bout the racks, said I'm good, I could pass up

I be with my dawgs they gon' do what I ask 'em