[Chorus: Big Quis]
Ten bands in my hands, doing the [?] dance
I love being a n***a that haters can't stand
Most of these dudes just cool, trust me, we ain't friends
So yes, I would fuck your bitch, if you ain't my main man

[Verse 1: Big Quis]
Krispy
Diamonds gloing, all these hoes on my groin
It's my year
Getting head while I stear, on the way home dodging [?]
Chandelier on my abbs, I'm putting the hood on the map
These bitches ain't scared of Jason, because they all let me stab
Got the strap on my lap, and got [?] watching over me
Don't trust none of you n***as, so be cairful aproaching me
People notice me everywhere, that be having me [?]
Don't know what they be on, [?]
Get more ass than a toilet, and got more hate than the [?]
How the hell you from Michigan, and you don't [?]?
I'm the king of shit talking, it's either me or Fat Mike
These bitches stalking, and [?] give them a chance if they act right
Jewelry shine at night, [?] fuck up your eye soket
I'm the man, they call me Mr. Pull Down Your Wife's Stockings
Thought I had no bread left, [?] one in my right pocket
We got these haters sick, watch out, 'cause they might vomit
[Chorus: Big Quis & Payroll Giovanni]
Get money, bumm
Ice on everything
Get money, bumm
Ten or more on every chain
Get money, bumm
You know what's up with us
Get money, bumm
You fucked up, if you don't fuck with us
Ten bands in my hands, doing the [?] dance
I love being a n***a that haters can't stand
Most of these dudes just cool, trust me, we ain't friends
So yes, I would fuck your bitch, if you ain't my main man

[Verse 2: Doughboy Scooch]
Doughboy Scooch
Just 'cause I'm rapping, that don't mean that you know me, bro
I got on a Rolex, you got a [?]
N***a, boss your life up, Quis already told you though
Hundred years, Bust Down, n***a, [?]
Bitch, act like you know we on, balling, getting our Kobe on
Fans want us, but the [?]
Got money stashed in a [?] home
[?] don't be home
But she can't even act
'Cause she know if I'm going shopping, she might get a bag
Shout out my connections, rooms at the Weston
[?] reffrance
[?] let me see the [?] I'm on Six, driving wreckless
I only fuck with [?] I don't get mine from Texas
My watch on some freaky shit, the bitch keep dancing
Your girl on some sneaky shit, the bitch keep glansing
I know you heard the rumors, Doughboy Scooch, he got a mansion
Your boyfriend so broke, baby, he can't pay attention
[Chorus: Big Quis & Payroll Giovanni]
Get money, bumm
Ice on everything
Get money, bumm
Ten or more on every chain
Get money, bumm
You know what's up with us
Get money, bumm
You fucked up, if you don't fuck with us
Ten bands in my hands, doing the [?] dance
I love being a n***a that haters can't stand
Most of these dudes just cool, trust me, we ain't friends
So yes, I would fuck your bitch, if you ain't my main man

[Verse 3: Payroll Giovanni]
Park the coupe in the garage, then I jumped in the truck
Four One, where you going? 'Bout to pick some cash up
I was scooping up [?] cheese, while you was getting lunch money
Got me [?] my life, so I call it luck money
N***as wanna know, is we signed or independent?
'Cause all my n***as spent a dime on a pendent
I was doing this and that, before it ever came to this
Had 20 on my wrist, when I first met TIP
D.B.C. is the clique, and that ain't gon' change
All hundreds in my pocket, bitch, I ain't got change
I'm a hustler, ho, know how to double the dough
You always [?] but only come for an O
Give me space in this bitch, I'm uncomfortable, bro
Don't have my youngings [?] you down, like a comforter [?]
Got some Flint n***as [?] only come for the blow
Get a lotta hate, but most only 'cause of a ho
[Chorus: Big Quis & Payroll Giovanni]
Get money, bumm
Ice on everything
Get money, bumm
Ten or more on every chain
Get money, bumm
You know what's up with us
Get money, bumm
You fucked up, if you don't fuck with us
Ten bands in my hands, doing the [?] dance
I love being a n***a that haters can't stand
Most of these dudes just cool, trust me, we ain't friends
So yes, I would fuck your bitch, if you ain't my main man