They got diamonds in they grill   but they diamonds ain't real   they got hundred dollar chains   but they can't pay the bills   tryin to ball in the streets   wanna act like they hard   pullin up to the club   in they baby mama car   stuntin in the shade joint and only spend 20 you should do somethin honest wit yo granny church money it's alright (it's alright) it's ok (it's ok) it's the first of the month you should get paid (get paid)    chorus:   I got that chevy sittin on 24's   check my pockets baby girl i ain't broke   i got that candy paint on the dust grill   i got that wood grain runnin through my wheel   i got the t.v.'s in the front quarter   fifties in the back   say i'm stuntin if you wanna  i just got it like that   a.p. ain't never changed   and I ain't never played no games   always smilin in face   i'm sick and tired of this place  shorties always jockin' loose   tryin to get a couple dollars   get ta fightin' in the club   'cuz they man tryin to holla   i know you love him mami,   so I'm bout to tell you straight up,   he want a chick that hold her own   you better get your weight up   cuz i got diamond rings and lex rolls   and i'm dancin' in stillettos   got them bothers comin' on they own   tryin to taste my spread balm   but you just got your child support   spent it on some hen and coke   your baby need a winter coat   and now your cryin cuz your broke   no sabes tu nombre ella nunca para libre   wit all that on your mind   it's hard for you to sleep at night  but you the first one in the club   rollin eyes and talkin shit   i suggest you know your role   cuz you don't know who you messin wit  chorus:    in the club wit your best friends shoes   then this song is dedicated to you   you hatin on what everybody else got   but i'm flossin you could like it or not (or not) custom real big shoes wit the grain in the dash   only real chick in my hood wit my own damn cash   i been a hustler all my life i ain't dependent on rap  chorus:    these lyrics are submitted by Elaina