Rasheeda, Jazze Pha - Off Da Chain lyrics

Every time we hit the club
The shit's off da chain
Better believe it shawty
I'm at the bar callin' yo name
Squeekin', big ballin', flossin' (Rasheeda)
See me in the club nigga - iced out
Or meet me at the bar shawty - let's ball out
Ohh you's a big money nigga
- who goes all out
Well let's do this damn thang
Till we - fall out

Niggas say I'm too hype and
Hoes hate cause they flaw
This number one rap bitch spittin'
Nothin' but the raw
You menstruatin', frustrated
Keep yo most anticipated
Flossed out in the club while
Most of y'all fakin'
Ain't no mistakin' how we do it
So you gotta show me love pop the bottle
Crack the blunt and now we smokin' on a dub
Sassy bitch
Classy bitch might be on some pimp shit
Where my money nigga
No time for games you got's to dip
Cause, I'm a regulator, original game playa
Fuck a hoe
I'm Mrs captain Save A Nigga Day-a
Nigga playa, own stash off the rip
Make my gun "Blocka-blocka" if a nigga trip
Cause, I'm the regular
You ain't no competitor
So back up wack trick, you better duck
Rasheeda world and I take it how I give it
This unstoppable bitch don't talk it
She live it

Every time we hit the club
The shit's off da chain
Better believe it shawty
I'm at the bar callin' yo name
Squeekin', big ballin', flossin'

See me in the club nigga - iced out
Or meet me at the bar shawty - let's ball out
Ohh you's a big money nigga
- who goes all out
Well let's do this damn thang
Till we - fall out

This ice tray wrapped around my
Wrist - Look at me! Gettin' hi as hell
Drunk as a bitch - Look at me!
Man I'm feelin' like a million
Bucks - Look at me!
Niggas hatin' but I don't give a
Fuck - Please believe it
I push a Jag 2-G sittin' on some O's
(Sittin' on some O's)
Bitches be up on my dick
Like brand new clothes
(Like brand new clothes)
I wanna be seen with you up in the Pocono's
(No)
You'll be in the jeep takin' off yo clothes
(Uh, huh)
Bitch (Bi-atch!) make a nigga rich or somethin' (Rich or somethin')
I don't give a fuck you ain't
In my clique or nothin' (clique or nothin)
I don't like to cake hoes, I break hoes
It's all about the peso's and I make those
You don't know about the hoes I toss
You don't know about the thangs I floss
Welcome to the land where 44's
Explode on broke hoes
I keep every bitch in broke mode
Every time we hit the club
The shit's off da chain
Better believe it shawty
I'm at the bar callin' yo name
Squeekin', big ballin', flossin'

See me in the club nigga - iced out
Or meet me at the bar shawty - let's ball out
Ohh you's a big money nigga
- who goes all out
Well let's do this damn thang
Till we - fall out

Got niggas in my grill like - Whoa!
Cause, I rock a show the club outta Control!
Boy you want the digit's, I told him hell No!
Cause you got the 4, I got the S-50-50!
Quit the flow, don't even ask
Then go on with it
Nasty attitude so you know you can't hit it
Just forget it, I got my mind on my shine
Labeled most hated bitch in 1999
Now it's 2-G
Got hoes scared to drop they shit
I'll put my foot off in yo
Ass and I'll stomp that shit lock that shit
Hit the spot and rock that shit
I'm on a mission and you wishin'
You could stop my shit
My momma told me "Whatever you do
Stack the dough"
Don't ever fall behind no playa hatin' hoe
And that's for sho'
You got's to be the trillest of the trill
Realest of the real
My nigga what the deal huh?
Every time we hit the club
The shit's off da chain
Better believe it shawty
I'm at the bar callin' yo name
Squeekin', big ballin', flossin'

See me in the club nigga - iced out
Or meet me at the bar shawty - let's ball out
Ohh you's a big money nigga
- who goes all out
Well let's do this damn thang
Till we - fall out