Chamillionaire - Creepin' (Tosin Remix) Lyrics

[Chorus:]
In the streets I'm peepin game
I can't trust you, no no
All up in my biness mayne
I stay on the low low
Say they really really fake
Can't mess with you no mo'
Closest people to you hate
So I be rollin solo

I'm creepin on the low low
Creepin on the low low
Creepin on the low low
I be rollin, I be rollin solo
I'm creepin on the low
Creepin on the low low
Creepin on the low low
I be rollin, I be rollin solo
I'm creepin on the low

[Verse 1:]
Mo' money yeah mo' problems
What biggy said it look like it true
Used to be my homeboy
But now I'm payed so they tryna sue
My garage got jaguars
My garage look like a zoo
Middle finger up for the haters
Hope the hater here isn't you
Super cool, that's real cool
You can feel like you gotta friend
But I ain't trusing my money counter
And that's the reason I count again
You saw the forbes (yeah)
I'm suspicious
Thinking everybody wanna take my riches
Can't take my money out my account
Cause my bank teller get motion sickness
Back and forth, b-back and forth
From in the streets or right back in court
Candy car built like a tank
And my crib built like a fort
Let's go to war
I ain't George bush
I promise ya'll I'm gon be prepared
Cause I ain't trusting my weapon either
And that's the reason I keep a spare

[Chorus:]
In the streets I'm peepin game
I can't trust you, no no
All up in my biness mayne
I stay on the low low
Say they really really fake
Can't mess with you no mo'
Closest people to you hate
So I be rollin solo

I'm creepin on the low low
Creepin on the low low
Creepin on the low low
I be rollin, I be rollin solo
I'm creepin on the low
Creepin on the low low
Creepin on the low low
I be rollin, I be rollin solo
I'm creepin on the low

[Verse 2:]
I ain't hangin with none of ya'll
Outcast like 3 thou
Win the grammy thing
Guard the family
And all of you gon leave out
If you don't like it then peace out
Look around and I see doubt
I been known to get to the presidents
Like barack is on speed dial
Yeah it's all about me now
Don't want ya and don't need ya
You don't grind and get to the money
And you ain't hungry I won't feed ya
I ain't hangin with no hater
No faker
No diva
I knew it big and they say they did
And tryna take my credit like stole visa
If it's lonely at the top (top)
Id rather be alone
Cause the closest people to ya
The ones who guna do ya wrong
Backstabbing me for a broad
I promise that I will lose no sleep
Cause jenny crank can be your freak
But my bank account gon stay obese

[Chorus:]
In the streets I'm peepin game
I can't trust you, no no
All up in my biness mayne
I stay on the low low
Say they really really fake
Can't mess with you no mo'
Closest people to you hate
So I be rollin solo

I'm creepin on the low low
Creepin on the low low
Creepin on the low low
I be rollin, I be rollin solo
I'm creepin on the low
Creepin on the low low
Creepin on the low low
I be rollin, I be rollin solo
I'm creepin on the low

[Verse 3: Chalie Boy]
I got walt in the back of my whip
Wish a hater would jump tryna jack my chips
Wish a fake friend turn foe come a knockin on my door
Poe poe I got em doing backflips
I dip so low but the whip is so high
Don't trust folks one deep how I ride
The name ya should learn hear it from cavan a hearn
It's Chalie Boy really vibe by with the trunk on wave
Bad actin since birth bangin bad till I rep my grave
Workin wood wheel like a slave over the pave
My shine like the sun even in an ice age to buff your paint rage
Standing on my 2 so your boy deserve to live late
Body rockin itty bitty hating trippin comin down with the escalade sprayed 3 ways
Watch how a million stare as I stand side by side with chamillionaire
Don't have your numbers but I betcha il come a billionaire
Handled and paid my dues if I'm off note on my p's and q's
Rep it in the texas my wrecks wrecked I'll officially leave you chopped and screwed as a 3 phoe booth

[Chorus:]
In the streets I'm peepin game
I can't trust you, no no
All up in my biness mayne
I stay on the low low
Say they really really fake
Can't mess with you no mo'
Closest people to you hate
So I be rollin solo

I'm creepin on the low low
Creepin on the low low
Creepin on the low low
I be rollin, I be rollin solo
I'm creepin on the low
Creepin on the low low
Creepin on the low low
I be rollin, I be rollin solo
I'm creepin on the low

[Verse 4: Ludacris]
I be, creeping lower than low
Light another blunt I'm smoking the dro
Choking, loking, never provoke him
And a drunk will get popped and I'll open the do
Lungs full of smoke
That means slower than slow
Feel like I'm trapped and there's nowhere to go
So I, just pull out the bazooka (blah)
Put a f*ckin hole in the flo'
Luda! I'm so dope wid the flow
Trunk fulla speakers, pocket fulla good
How much would a wood chuck chuck
If a wood chuck could chuck wood
Gripping on the wheel
Turn it turn it
Blow another stack
I earned it earned it
Blow another amp
Pull another tram
Light another blunt
Burn it burn it
Flame it up
Hear my flow, I changed it up
Everybody grab your gats
And hold em, load, sock em, lock em, cock em
And aim it up
Bang it up
Off in the sky
Catch me rollin off in the ride
26 inches
Leave em defenceless
45 always tucked in the side
Open your eyes
See me cruisin
Cause I keep winning and these boys keep losing
Plus I'm, the pimp of the year
Playas is hatin and hos is choosing
Look at all the hos you losing
Then look at all the game I got
And you can catch me creepin on the low low
Luda ridin solo, beatin the block!

[Chorus:]
In the streets I'm peepin game
I can't trust you, no no
All up in my biness mayne
I stay on the low low
Say they really really fake
Can't mess with you no mo'
Closest people to you hate
So I be rollin solo

I'm creepin on the low low
Creepin on the low low
Creepin on the low low
I be rollin, I be rollin solo
I'm creepin on the low
Creepin on the low low
Creepin on the low low
I be rollin, I be rollin solo
I'm creepin on the low