What you mean you can't give me no money?
Kissin' your thong, mystery's on, huh, flip it three times, you straight
Chyna white
Somethin' special, not too average, baddest little thing in sight
Even Rex and Tim's fucked up with they gats out
Vein popped, pop shells with close sales
What happened to get money, the bitches, the cars and brick money?
Uh, no love, change a few thugs, new drugs
Guaranteed to have your ass open first night
Chyna white
And get his hoes hit, make his toes shift
I'm the reason why half of y'all niggas can't
Bad bitch, slanted eyes, powdered with white
Have ya motherfuckers believin' ya tryin' to find shit
Bitches, they noses frail, got the word that coke sells
Hottest shit to hit the streets, divide peeps, divide crew love
Huh, flip it twice you officially on, have the richest niggas fucked up
'Cause when you spit
Baby, I can't give you no more money
'Till y'all motherfuckers switch and smoke this shit
Same bitch y'all niggas was blamin' all y'all problems on
Know one nigga like Novacane, straight to the brain, shoot it up
I'm the type of bitch that leave a nigga nose stiff
Niggas started stashin' things on Mother Gasten
Trip on a lake, Cristal and cheese cake
'Cause niggas came up real short with they shit
Huh, flip it once more you're leary, huh
Thinkin' both his nose and his toes are the same
No love
Chyna white
Nigga gimme your nickname, Chyna, last name, White
Man, boy, where's my TV?
Now they assed out and the hood massed out
Unique hit, little E and bomb bags Heroin
Nana, I smoked the TV}
Huh, tip it once you could match a nigga bail
{Nana, Nana, I need ten dollars ,Nana
'Tl the demands in all, yo can call me have shit
Cock sucker, D shake, niggas flake
Feds on your ass, hit money don't make money
Fuck trees, and that was OZ
The reason mike fucked around and moped with this bitch
I ain't causin' niggas with nines to tote this shit
Matter of fact, Mel, used to fuck a girl, Trish gal
I knew this dude Ritz that fucked with a bitch
Slow leaks and niggas with false leads and nosebleeds
Get you right, matter of fact, you could get it half price
Even go in your moms' crib no more
And his Jones, little son Troy float this shit
The spot on Bay bridge, y'all niggas ain't clamin' shit now huh
Y'all know me now, fucked up in the game, no love, no love
Shit, she got a crew that ain't nothin nice, dime shit
