[Max B]
Byrd Gang club banger
Tryna holla at ya shorty
One focus, one focus only
I`m tryna hit that thang!
Let`s go
[Max B]
WE MAKE HITS IN THE STUDIO NIGHTLY, WE OUT TRYNA GET THIS MONEYYYYYYYYYYYY (Tryna Get it)
WE TAKE TRIPS IN THE WINTER IN JET PLANES, IN THE CLIMATES WHERE IT`S SUNNYYYYYYY (MIA)
WE GOT MAMI ON THE DANCE FLOOR GRINDIN TO THE BEAT, TIPSY OFF THE BUBBLYYYYYYY (BUBBLY)
BUT AT THE END OF THE DAY, YOUR FRIEND IN THE PLAY....I`M TRYNA PIN THE TAIL ON THE DONKEYYYY!
[Verse 1: Jim Jones]
It goes Yes Yes Y`all-ing (b-boy boys), fresh to death balling (BALLLLLINNNN!)...
you can play hard under pressure, I`m scoring (swish!)
They playing tight D (uh huh), play the paint like a G (boxed out)...
and some say they gangsta`s but they ain`t like me (not at all!)
I came from an environment (uh huh), `caine I was frying it (bricks)...
then hit the dealer, see the Range I was buying it (it`s nothing!)
We don`t test drive (uh huh), buy the whole whip like you should (fuck a lease!)...
cheffin` up pies, a whole brick like you should
Then take the proceeds, waste about 4 G`s (balling)...
buy bottles in the club, tryna get the older skeez (gettin twisted!)
I`m tryna get the dame to breeze....
but she putting up a fight like Laila Ali (and what`s ya name nigga?!)
I told the lady I be...
doing the turnpike, eighty in a fly V (WHAT ELSE?!)
Middle name "forty on the wrist"
last name "you can`t afford me bitch!" get a camcorder bitch! (YEAH!)
[HOOK]
[Verse 2: Juelz Santana]
Case is a Perryay Rose (yep!)
look like Picasso painted on the bottle (haha)
We throwing money we looking like Lotto (you see it)
I could cover chicks with cheese like nacho`s
Fly out the cold (cold), land in the heat (where?)
New York to Miami Beach (yeah)
Bitch I live the life of a hood-star
rock-star without the gui-tar got em all rubbing they push-bra (AWWWWW)
Got em all shaking they tush like
I`mma give em a taste of the good life (nope!)
But I`ll give em a taste of the good liquor
a taste of that good bud, next thing you know she be tasteing of my good UHHHHHHHHHH!
I get money, be quiet....you talking to the Jolly Green Giant
I see it, I like it, I buy it baby
I`m flyer than a pilot flying at his highest, climate
[HOOK]
[Verse 3: Cam`ron]
WHERE MY HOOOMIIIIIIIES? UP TO NO GOOD
WHERE MY HOOOMIIIIIIIES? YEP, I`M SO HOOD
Uh...What up pimpin pimpin? (what up pimpin!)
I`m exec already (fuck that!)
See my hoes are like my plates...temporary (out of here)
I ignore ya, beat it (beat it), move more strategic (strategic)
The marble`s mad yep, the floors are heated (in other words)
Cam half pound a quarter key it (key it)
better ask `round soon they`ll need a Mac round, enjoy the scenic
In the ninety`s Z3`s, BB`s now in the crib TV`s watch TV
(flat screens watch flat screens)
Killa killa more killing and then the kitty purs (meeeeow)...
fuck furs, his and hers, Bentley Spurs (that`s a fact)
Gun talk real talk speak Mac to Mac (mac), we like the Pistons, Bulls...
you know back to back (back to back CHAMPS!)
Maesarati`s back to back come ride with me
on 1100 not the bike....two 550`s!
KILLA!