Verse 1: I'm a valley boy I rep my city man, Whole chest tattooed with no pitty man. I don't sip Mickeys man, I drank vodka, I've got Ciroc on deck, I'm throwin dollas. Bitches holla' cause they want some, Gucci'ed out like I'm motherfucking Hamilton, Ahh' and I've got this Versace on, Hit Rodeo Drive, spend a couple thousand. How does that sound? I'm buyin hella rounds, So fucked up I don't know how I sound. Whole club jumping like a fucking trampoline, And I met this model from the front cover magazine. Chorus (x2): I prolly fucked your bitch, how does that sound? And my wallet so thick, how does that sound? Gucci'ed out is a must, how does that sound? All my homies ballin up, that's No Doubt! Verse 2: I never gave a fuck and I still don't, I'm making money now, saying fuck all these hoes. Keep hating though, I'm money making though, Cashed out on a watch, got a Ro-Ro. Whip it up 24k gold, Rose gold Roley, and its beaming all up on you hoes. Ahh, I can't hear you bro, Ahh, Get on my level. I've got all these Valleys hoes all up on my dick, And I even know what the fuck I did. First class type fella better recognize, See my eyes in disguise, oh no wait I'm lying. I've got my shades on in every other song, It's a trapathon that's what I'm rapping on. With the trapping squad, turn it up a notch, Drunk in this motherfucker, man, fuck the cops. Chorus (x2): I prolly fucked your bitch, how does that sound? And my wallet so thick, how does that sound? Gucci'ed out is a must, how does that sound? All my homies ballin up, that's No Doubt!

Chorus: I'm just chilling and smoking in the ride, Trying to see whats up with some girls for the night. My pockets right and I'm finna spend it all, Droppin this money, make 'em shake it on the floor. I be chilling, I be sipping, I be twisting up that dro, I be chilling, I be sipping, I be twisting up that dro. I be chilling, I be sipping, I be twistin up that dro, 40 ounce got me buzzing with your bitch in the smoke. I'm just chilling and smoking in the ride, Trying to see whats up with some girls for the night. I be chilling, I be sipping, I be twisting up that dro, I be chilling, I be sipping, I be twisting up that dro. Verse 1 (Jay Kwizz/TheAiric): (Jay Kwizz) Forty ounces brown bag no styrofoam, jeans low, Got the bitch you want blowing up my phone. As I'm twisting up that dro, blowing smoke, gotta let these bitches know, I be up on that pimping shit, take a bitch, leave a bitch. Like I don't really need a bitch, only with her for the night, And I'ma take her friend if she acting right. (TheAiric) Cause I fuck 'em and I'm gone, yup that's right, Take em back home, I'm so nice. They so bad, shaking that ass, For the night, for the cash, get whip blash. Swerving in the whip dats on dats, Bossin in the front with the bitches in the back. With a strap on my lap and the gun go clack, Call that shit twerk cause she love to clap. And I'm back on the map going back to the ave, Took a bomb as swig I don't know how to act. Grab on her ass, making it clap, It's a friday night I'm just trying to smash. Chorus: I'm just chilling and smoking in the ride, Trying to see whats up with some girls for the night. My pockets right and I'm finna spend it all, Droppin this money, make 'em shake it on the floor. I be chilling, I be sipping, I be twisting up that dro, I be chilling, I be sipping, I be twisting up that dro. I be chilling, I be sipping, I be twistin up that dro, 40 ounce got me buzzing with your bitch in the smoke. I'm just chilling and smoking in the ride, Trying to see whats up with some girls for the night. I be chilling, I be sipping, I be twisting up that dro, I be chilling, I be sipping, I be twisting up that dro. I be chilling, I be sipping, I be twisting up that dro, I be chilling, I be sipping, I be twisting up that dro. I be chilling, I be sipping, I be twisting up that dro, I be chilling, I be sipping, I be twisting up that dro.

Intro: You can't hold me down, You can't hold me down. Shit, I'm Sucker Free for life, You tell me! Whats up?! Chorus: I said I'm feeling chill as fuck you can't hold me down, I'm just finna live it up, You can't hold me down. Yeah we Sucker Free for life, You can't hold us down, You can't hold us down, You can't hold me down. I said I'm feeling chill as fuck you can't hold me down, And if the cops try to stop me, They can't hold me down. Always clean never sloppy, They can't me hold me down, You can't hold me down, You can't hold me down. Verse 1: Tugging on my collar looking fly as fuck, Trying to earn a dollar, yeah I gotta hustle up. Just another kid from the city dawg, More bounce to the ounce like some titties dawg. Where I'm from you ain't even gotta trip on that, Home of the sluts down to fuck, triple that. I'm zoning, hit it hard and I'm going, Man I'm so focused, you don't even know it. You don't even know it like a pair of twins, You could feel it when I spit, I'm here to win. I pull up with some bitches trying to get it in, Finna stick it in, I feel born again. Praying to the holy ghost, feel me though, If you ain't talkin business than you finna go. Watch me as I get it scheming on the low, I'm all about this money, thought that you should know. Chorus: I said I'm feeling chill as fuck you can't hold me down, I'm just finna live it up, You can't hold me down. Yeah we Sucker Free for life, You can't hold us down, You can't hold us down, You can't hold me down. I said I'm feeling chill as fuck you can't hold me down, And if the cops try to stop me, They can't hold me down. Always clean never sloppy, They can't me hold me down, You can't hold me down, You can't hold me down. Verse 2 (M1crophon3) : I said the coppers all up inside my rear view, You can't hold me down, They hating cause I'm pushing foreign, but my skin is brown. Ironic though them bitches love me for that, I pull up to the spot, stumble out, "Where the drugs at?". I came here with a couple bad intentions, bad bad bitches, And their names won't be mentioned (6 Gang), Shout out to my henchmen. I've been pouring up all night, Both bottles on ice, Say I'm married to the game so tell them bitches for life. You can't hold me down, You can't hold us down, Kiss the fucking hand every time I come around. Mission City hoe, My mission is this petty gold, Move some low key birds, stack the money, move to Mexico. Keep that steady flow, Live the life of a Don's weight, To my Pérignon, Fly to Paris, Carry arms. Think this pill is wearing off, Think I need another one, And I never owed them shit, Bet they can't hold us, Hold my dick. It's that. Chorus: I said I'm feeling chill as fuck you can't hold me down, I'm just finna live it up, You can't hold me down. Yeah we Sucker Free for life, You can't hold us down, You can't hold us down, You can't hold me down. I said I'm feeling chill as fuck you can't hold me down, And if the cops try to stop me, They can't hold me down. Always clean never sloppy, They can't me hold me down, You can't hold me down, You can't hold me down.

Verse 1: When you hear this in the club though, Drop ass that bitch, show a playa how it go. Show a playa what you do when you ain't home, Drop it low on the floor, girl touch your toes. Ahh, I ain't even gotta say nothing, Recognize me on the track bet say something. (Dats On Dats) Bitches asking for my autograph, Write it on her ass, yeah I could dig that. Walk up in the club already turnt up, Light it up with a blunt, yeah burn it up. Got a bitch from The Valley, yeah she rep that, Hollywood it's all good, throw the set back. Chorus (x2): Drop, Drop, Drop that ass bitch, Drop, Drop, Drop that ass bitch. Drop, Drop, Drop that ass bitch, Drop that ass bitch, show a playa whats up. Verse 2: Walk up to the bar, get an AMF, Adios motherfucker, what's next? Seen my ex and she mean mugging shit, But I got a better girl, fuck that bitch! Chorus (x2): Drop, Drop, Drop that ass bitch, Drop, Drop, Drop that ass bitch. Drop, Drop, Drop that ass bitch, Drop that ass bitch, show a playa whats up.