Shoutout to My Money - Cobra

You a dime, get up

You fine, get up

You a dime, get up

You fine, get up

I had to come through and let you know who it be

It’s that nigga V — I — P — E

Viper, catching boys slipping

Deep in the game while haters steady tripping

All these boys suspect, dropping mix tapes

I’m dropping real albums like fools drop grapes

What’s up partner, you see a G on his grind

I know you hating, watch me drop the deuce one time

And I ain’t even tripping because I’m deep in the game

Stars call me boyfriend, I done forgot their name

Got three right now, about to hit 1 — 8

Two hitting it tonight and one I’m hitting it later

And that’s what I’m hitting

And I’m patient because all of the dimes I’m splitting

Superstars and models

That’s when I roll, I don’t mash the throttle

Get up

You a dime, get up

You fine, get up

You a dime, get up

You fine, get up

Ever seen a G

Stepped in the spot and have stars at his knees

And you ain’t know who it be

Til you hit VIP, and seen it was

V — I — P — E — R

It’s gravy being a rap star

Especially when you want to knows how to ball

Except it’s hard to find hookers when you’re dunking on a model

Cars looking for a spot constantly on move

Gotta Lee' like the way you’re moving to the groove

Do it baby girl, gone and work it for your boy

Let me get in the pants, it’s like a brand new toy

I’m like a kid in a candy shop

These stars are looking in for my lollipop

And when I step out

They running up on me like I done got shot

Get up

You a dime, get up

You fine, get up

You a dime, get up

You fine, get up

Get up

You a dime, get up

You fine, get up

You a dime, get up

You fine, get up