Gimme Dat Lyrics - Hate It Or Love It - Chingy

I just want that gushy, gimme dat gushy 

I just want that gushy, baby, that's 

I got my pockets all swole, big bank rolls 

A bad li'l mama, and she ready to go 

I'm like, like 

I just want that gushy, gimme dat gushy 

I just want that gushy, baby that's 

I got my pockets all swole, big bank rolls 

A bad li'l mama, and she ready to go 

I'm like 

I just want that gushy, gimme dat gushy 

I just want that gushy, baby that's 

Club packed, know we're be there all night 

Tight as hell, jet lag, just got off a flight 

But that don't stop me, who? Not me 

Pop 1 bottle, pop 2, bottles pop 3 

4, 5, 6, chicks in tha V.I.P., 7, 8, 9, naw, they all dimes O.G. 

Louis frames match my Louis kicks on my fifth right? 

Dirty lame lookin' at me wrong? Tell 'em 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 boy, got 'em hating, wanna fist fight? 

Man don't get ya shit sliced, yeah, I hope the fifth tight 

We tryna party, yo homey don't mess up this night 

It's a D.T.P. thang, wall to wall, it's hype 

Me, Luda and Valentine, we living this life 

I got my pockets all swole, big bank rolls 

A bad li'l mama, and she ready to go 

I'm like, like 

I just want that gushy, gimme dat gushy 

I just want that gushy 

Oh yes, sir, I got my pockets all swole, big bank rolls 

A bad li'l mama, and she ready to go 

I'm like 

I just want that gushy, gimme dat gushy 

I just want that gushy, baby, that's 

Chingaling, I gotta car full of women 

And a truck full of beef, air full of smoke 

Le box full of heat, heat it and repeat it eight day 

If the cops seein' on mah bumper, everything is okay 

What you say, we cruise down the block? 

Droolz on my watch, fools on mah truck 

So, turn this tune up a notch 

'Cause mah whip game's propper, Bentley drop topper 

Clubs on Luda, drinks on Chaka 

Ima mash that woman, smash that woman 

Jump, shot, fake and pass that woman 

Over to Bobby V.and tell her to swallow he 

Oops, did I say that? Good oh, Golly V. 

'Cause it's probably three more women in tha cut 

Talkin' 'bout tonite, they tryna get fucked up 

And who tha hell would I be 

If I ain't grant them they wish? 

Well, sure as hell, it's not Ludacris 

Who is this that got his pockets all swole, big bank rolls 

A bad li'l mama, and she ready to go 

I'm like 

I just want that gushy, gimme dat gushy 

I just want that gushy, baby that's 

I got my pockets all swole, big bank rolls 

A bad li'l mama, and she ready to go 

I'm like, like 

I just want that gushy, gimme dat gushy 

I just want that gushy, baby that's 

Mah whip flash, you my catch whip glass 

When ya boy dip past, man, ain't none of y'all cold as me 

Mah chick lash, she ain't roll this past 

Watch that new six stash 

Why can't none of y'all roll like me? 

Don't get mad, blame mah momma dem 

Plus the Cadillac gangsta grill but don't call me drama then 

My flows listen to 'em, you mah final summit then 

Is a couple celebrity chicks, yeah, I'm with them 

I got my pockets all swole, big bank rolls 

A bad li'l mama and she ready to go 

I'm like, like 

I just want that gushy, gimme dat gushy 

I just want that gushy, baby that's 

I got my pockets all swole, big bank rolls 

A bad li'l mama and she ready to go 

I'm like 

I just want that gushy, gimme dat gushy 

I just want that gushy, baby that's 

I just want that gushy, gimme dat gushy 

I just want that gushy, baby that's 

I just want that gushy, gimme dat gushy 

I just want that gushy, baby that's