[Chorus: Babyface Ray]
Ghetto boys in the building
It's money falling from the ceiling
Tell the strippers hurry up and come and get it
Rush to the pole, you finna make a killing
I just made a killing
And tonight, I feel like giving
So tell the strippers hurry up, and come get it
Run to the pole, you finna make a killing

[Verse 1: Peezy]
Tonight, I feel like giving, Lou, grab the cars
Two bitches sitting on my lap, feel like I'm Santa Claus
P.R.P.'s tight as hell, stuff with 7 large
Yeah, bitch, I been winning, check my cadalogue
Heard in the dressing room, them bitches laugh at y'all
You ain't eating with your team, you need to pass the ball
Walk straight past the line, no wristbands at all
Just threw a band, and I ain't even took my jacket off
Blue face 41, look like it got a cold
Sparkels on the sprite bottles, I don't buy Patron
Wine glasses for these bitches, where my styrofome?
Fell asleep in a foreign, how did I get home?
Yeah

[Chorus: Babyface Ray]
Ghetto boys in the building
It's money falling from the ceiling
Tell the strippers hurry up and come and get it
Rush to the pole, you finna make a killing
I just made a killing
And tonight, I feel like giving
So tell the strippers hurry up, and come get it
Run to the pole, you finna make a killing
[Verse 2: Lou Gram]
You can tell I'm getting money, don't ask what's up?
Three [?]
If your n***a sipping lean, then he got it from us
If it ain't OG, don't pass me the blunt
If you got a problem, we can take it there
N***as [?] got an 8 in there
'Bout to shoot to the [?]
[?] high school, [?]
In my lifetime, I done fucked some bad bitches
It ain't [?]
[?] all the clubs always fucking with me
And your favorite stripper bitch sucking all on me

[Chorus: Babyface Ray]
Ghetto boys in the building
It's money falling from the ceiling
Tell the strippers hurry up and come and get it
Rush to the pole, you finna make a killing
I just made a killing
And tonight, I feel like giving
So tell the strippers hurry up, and come get it
Run to the pole, you finna make a killing

[Verse 3: Team Eastside Snoop]
[?]
I just made a killing with no gunplay
I heard you flew to [?] on a one way
[?] rehab on Sunday
Walk in, they rushing to the pole
90 on a freeway, I rush it to the pros
[?] laundry mat, I'm rushing through [?]
Cuzz say he want [?] rushing to the store
The club ran out of ones
N***as talking slick, we ain't ran out of guns
Tryna keep up with them boys, you ran out of funds
Blowing so much loud, I ran out of lungs
Bitch
[Chorus: Babyface Ray]
Ghetto boys in the building
It's money falling from the ceiling
Tell the strippers hurry up and come and get it
Rush to the pole, you finna make a killing
I just made a killing
And tonight, I feel like giving
So tell the strippers hurry up, and come get it
Run to the pole, you finna make a killing