Lyrics Chip tha Ripper

Chip tha Ripper

Passin Out Money

Walk up in the club and start passing out money

Walk up in the party, handing out money

I don't make a rain I start passing out money

We don't make it rain we start passing out money

Like Jimmy Conway from the Goodfellas

Me and my niggas in this bitch and we some hood fellas'

Ain't nothing a bitch nigga never could tell us

When I pull up, make your whole hood jealous

Her Vicky panties hit the ground, Hello Kitty

Then the bra came off, hello titties

Which one of yall girls want to get lucky

Don't even say hey if you don't want to fuck me

Take a piece out and take the whole cake

Good things come to those who don't wait

I've been trying to win since way back

When I get on I'm putting rims on a Maybach

Hold on, is you even allowed to say that?

I'm too real some of y'all can't take that

I'm handing out bread like this shit pamphlets

These people looking like this shit don't make no damn sense

Walk up in the club and start passing out money

Walk up in the party, handing out money

I don't make a rain I start passing out money

We don't make it rain we start passing out money

Walk up in the bar and start passing out money

All in the parking lot, handing out money

I don't make it rain I start passing out money

We don't make it rain we start passing out money

Yeah, rather have too much then not enough

Rather have two girls that wanna (uhh)

Extra picky, I love women, hate bitches

Sex And the City, whenever the plane get in

Fresh Style out throw the towel out

Let the whole club know the coat is in the town now

This can't be real, how can it be?

Back to the slight, back to this fantasy

L's and the V's on me the P is on me

Can tell you a bitch homie, you don't want it

At this moment, don't play with your life

Can take a hundred dollars, get you something nice

Gave the vallet man, Hundred

Security and doorman's all got hundreds

Saw this bad bitch, fat ass no stomach

She was so cold I just gave her twelve hundred, Damn