Lyrics Bet That - Trick Daddy , Chamillionaire
Sittin′
high,
still
ridin'
dem
big
whips
Still
fly,
still
grindin′,
getting
big
checks
Still
thuggin',
still
leanin'
to
the
back
You
can
bet
that,
you
can
bet
that
I
ride,
i
shine,
nigga,
you
can
bet
that
I
smoke,
i
drink,
boy,
you
can
bet
that
22′s,
24′s
how
we
roll
I'm
a
dope
rider
fa′
sho
Everyday
me
and
my
dog
we
wylin
7-Tre
7-5
dope
riding
And
we
ain't
trippin′
on
nothin',
just
vibing
Big
9 with
me
′cuz
a
fuck
nigga
tried
me
They
already
know,
how
i
let
him
go
Kill
his
ass
and
make
sho'
at
his
funeral
How
the
hell
a
o.b.
gon'
try
me?
I′m
o.g.
on
and
off
tv,
see
Middle
fingers
in
the
air,
tell
′em
fuck
y'all
Tryin′
to
hate
on
my
dawgs,
hell
fuck
nah
Why
you
hatin'
on
a
nigga
like
that
Why
you
tryin′
to
stab
a
nigga
in
his
back
I
know
some
niggaz
don't
like
this
But
them
niggaz
is
the
reason
i′m
like
this
Fuck
niggaz
done
made
me
mad
I'm
'bout
to
snap
an′
put
this
k
on
his
ass
Sittin′
high,
still
ridin'
dem
big
whips
Still
fly,
still
grindin′,
getting
big
checks
Still
thuggin',
still
leanin′
to
the
back
You
can
bet
that,
you
can
bet
that
I
ride,
i
shine,
nigga,
you
can
bet
that
I
smoke,
i
drink,
boy,
you
can
bet
that
22's,
24′s
all
we
roll
I'm
a
dope
rider
fa'
sho
Hey,
I
pull
up
bentleys,
lookin′
like
they
not
annoyed
Trunk
popped
up
lookin′
like
a
tonka
toy
If
you
don't
like
it
you
know
can
get
that
almond
joy
Deez
nuts
nigga,
wuddup
trick,
I
got
ya
boy
I′m
clickin'
over,
lemme
tell
her
i
got
another
call
Ridin′
wit
my
trunk
popped
up
like
i'm
′above
The
Law'
Tires
wet
and
nigga
they
still
drippin'
armor-all
Tell
me
you
gon′
fall,
and
i
ain′t
got
to
use
the
arm
at
all
Bet
daddy
finna
trick
'em,
finna
flip
the
paper
Chamillinator,
me
and
Trick
we
finna
shred
a
hater
Tip
the
dinner
waiter
Trick
′em
like
we
finna
date
her
Get
off
ya
sleeves
let
'em
breathe
like
a
ventilator
Hey,
what
can
i
say
me
and
the
King
of
m.i.a
Finna,
hey,
finna
touch
ya
niggaz
and
ya
finna
pay
Stay
wit
it
hey,
you
we
ain′t
finna
play
Snatch
ya
off
the
wheels
and
you
can
watch
ya
rims
spin
away
Sittin'
high,
still
ridin′
dem
big
whips
Still
fly,
still
grindin',
getting
big
checks
Still
thuggin',
still
leanin′
to
the
back
You
can
bet
that,
you
can
bet
that
I
ride,
I
shine,
nigga,
you
can
bet
that
I
smoke,
I
drink,
boy,
you
can
bet
that
22′s,
24's
all
we
roll
I′m
a
dope
rider
fa'
sho
In
the
club
wit
my
dogs
we
wylin′
Two
straight
coup
gray
dome
ridin'
Look
at
cha
boy
go
so
many
hoes
Look
in
his
mouf
he
got
so
many
gold
I′m
sippin'
and
i'm
goin′
Whole
click,
that′s
how
we
rollin'
Stay
fly,
stay
right
if
ya
didn′t
know
And
that's
everywhere
that
we
go
All
I
wanna
do
is
Drive
my
chevy
through
years
And
let
′em
sweat
the
candy
paint
Ain't
it
right?
ain′t
it
tight?
ain't
it
nice?
Yes
Niggaz
like,
"Who
painted
that?"
Candy
apple
green,
lookin'
mean
anywhere
Tweety
seat
with
the
digital
dash
And
a
swat
just
right
in
the
ass
They
wanna
know
what
I
got
in
here
I
got
shit
when
it
hit
betta
run
′em
up
outta
here
They
ain′t
neva
heard
nothin'
like
that
And
they
ain′t
even
turned
the
bass
up
yet
I
love
aggressive
music
I
smoke,
I
listen
to
it
I
drink
so
much
sometimes
I
think
I
need
to
quit
but
I
can't
do
it
Sittin′
high,
still
ridin'
dem
big
whips
Still
fly,
still
grindin′,
getting
big
checks
Still
thuggin',
still
leanin'
to
the
back
You
can
bet
that,
you
can
bet
that
I
ride,
I
shine,
nigga,
you
can
bet
that
I
smoke,
I
drink,
boy,
you
can
bet
that
22′s,
24′s
all
we
roll
I'm
a
dope
rider
fa′
sho
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