(feat. 3-2, Big Pokey, Clay-Doe)



[Hook: Big Pokey]

Cheddar, cheddar

Makes things better, (get your paper mayn)

Cheddar, cheddar

Makes things better, (get your paper mayn)

Cheddar, cheddar

Makes things better, (get your paper mayn)

Cheddar, cheddar

Makes things better, (we having lavish things)



[Mr. 3-2:]

Cheddar, scrilla cream

I got's to go get it playboy, by all means

Got killas on my team, that'll get with you for a price

In less than 24 hours, your body'll be on ice

This dirty game ain't nothing nice, don't let it jack knife own ya

I'm knocking on boys do's for my feddy, I'ma warn ya

From Texas to California, we bleeding in the state

Big weight, c.d.'s and tapes for six figga papes

Cheddar, it makes things better

Got me sitting in a five room house, on big leather

Gucci sweater, glocks and barettas it's gravy

Ain't nothing but God, and the root of all evil that can save me

Now feel this platinum shit baby, hungry for the payroll

We want points and publishing, and cheddar out the do'

Mo' money mo', gotta have it gotta grab it

Cause living lavish is a habit, as I expose my karats baby



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[Clay Doe:]

Now I remember, since spaghetti and Cheerios

I always been a youngster, out risking it for the do'

For every buck I made, I wanted a couple mo'

But now I keep it coming, and run it at a constant flow

Together nigga, we get this green forever nigga

Together nigga, we buying off McGregor nigga

Whether you 9 to 5, or you slang barettas

Cheddar, nigga always gonna make shit better

Whoever you are, or whoever you be

You better keep your hands, up on you some currency

For the loot I shoot, to execute avoid cases

Me and my aces leaving spaces, up in niggaz faces

Murder after murder, we out with no traces

To protect mine if I have to, I do it on a daily basis

Take it from Clay Day, Laf Tex the go-getter

C-O braniac, with a payday about cheddar



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[H.A.W.K.:]

On the streets of Texas, we mob like goodfellas

Blades chop like propellers, on these tapes for cheddar

Haters get jealous, or a bit over zealous

As they ply with the FED's, on schemes and try to nail us

Pops tried to tell us, but we fail to listen

My subtraction and addition, told me some'ing was missing

So I flipped the script, for the cheddar to chips

To straight the whip, the pale to sip I'm fully equipped

Now on the ship, from the feddy the cream

The cheddar the green, my motto was by all means

I flooded the scene, confiscating amphetamines

As I devised a scheme, to try to spread my wings

Lavish things, limousines loaded with screens

Gone playas a team, watching pinky rings

On a chase for cream, with my loaded baretta

My urge to splurge, got me on this chase for cheddar



[Hook]