Passin' Out Money

[Verse 1: Chip Tha Ripper] 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 [Hook] 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 [Verse 2: Chip Tha Ripper] 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 [Hook]