Gimme Dat Chingy (Ft. Bobby V & Ludacris)

[Intro: Bobby Valentino]
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I just want that gushy, gimme that gushy
I just want that gushy, baby that's (Aww)

[Chorus: Chingy, Bobby Valentino & Ludacris]
I got my pockets all swole, big bank rolls
A bad lil mama and she ready to go, I'm like, like
I just want that gushy, gimme that gushy
I just want that gushy, baby that's (Aww)
Ah yessir, I got my pockets all swole, big bank rolls
A bad lil mama and she ready to go, I'm like
I just want that gushy, gimme that gushy
I just want that gushy, baby that's (Aww)

[Verse 1: Chingy]
Yeah, we're All-Star Atlanta baby, Luda, check
Club packed, know we 'bout be there all night
Tired as hell, jet lag, just got off a flight
But that don't stop me, who? Not me
Pop one bottle, pop two bottles, pop three
Four, five, six chicks in the V.I.P
Seven, eight, nine, naw, they all dimes OG
Louis frames match my Louis kicks on my fifth right
Dirty lame lookin' at me wrong, tell him, "Get right"
Light reflecting off the Bentley, watch now, I'm lit right
Sixes on the candy Range just so I can sit right
Hotter if ya chick nice, I can triple his price
On the black card, got 'em hating, wanna fist fight
Man don't get ya shit sliced, yeah, I hold the fifth tight
We tryna party, lil homie, don't mess up this night
It's a DTP thing, wall-to-wall, it's hype
Me, Luda and Valentin', we living this life