(Reese, take 'em to church)

No-no, no-no, no, no-no-no
I will never trip 'bout a ho, you could go
No-no, no-no, no, no-no-no
Only thing I chase after is the dough
No-no, no-no, no, no, no
I will never switch out on none of the bros
No-no, no-no, no, no-no-no
I will never go out without the pole
Na, na-na-na, na-na-na, na-na
I'm Teflon tough, can't let 'em bring me down
Na, na-na-na, na-na-na, na-na
I finally ran it up, got them racks off the ground
Na, na-na-na, na-na-na, na, na
Can't let none of these bitches try to play me like a clown
Na, na-na-na, na-na-na, na-na
Go ask about my clique, they gon' say we run the town

Go ask about my clique, they gon' say we run the town
Could even ask the opps, they already know how we get down
My dog fresh out the box, still'll smoke you like a pound
Shoot up your block, he miss, then I'ma get the rebound
Ain't tryna spare a bitch, I'ma gun his whole gang down
Think he fuck fuckin' with my clique, he smokin' cocaine now
Don't make me link up with your bitch and see what her mouth 'bout
I'm just gon' go fuck the then kick the bitch up out the house

No-no, no-no, no, no-no-no
I will never trip 'bout a ho, you could go
No-no, no-no, no, no-no-no
Only thing I chase after is the dough
No-no, no-no, no, no, no
I will never switch out on none of the bros
No-no, no-no, no, no-no-no
I will never go out without the pole
Na, na-na-na, na-na-na, na-na
I'm Teflon tough, can't let 'em bring me down
Na, na-na-na, na-na-na, na-na
I finally ran it up, got them racks off the ground
Na, na-na-na, na-na-na, na, na
Can't let none of these bitches try to play me like a clown
Na, na-na-na, na-na-na, na-na
Go ask about my clique, they gon' say we run the town

No-no, no-no, no, no-no-no
I will never trip 'bout a ho, you could go
No-no, no-no, no, no-no-no
Only thing I chase after is the dough
No-no, no-no, no, no, no
I will never switch out on none of the bros
No-no, no-no, no, no-no-no
I will never go out without the pole
Na, na-na-na, na-na-na, na-na
I'm Teflon tough, can't let 'em bring me down
Na, na-na-na, na-na-na, na-na
I finally ran it up, got them racks off the ground
Na, na-na-na, na-na-na, na, na
Can't let none of these bitches try to play me like a clown
Na, na-na-na, na-na-na, na-na
Go ask about my clique, they gon' say we run the town

Copyright: EMPIRE PUBLISHING
Writer(s): Pierre DeLince