[Intro: Akinyele]

You I'm from New York

And I'm connected with my down south niggas

Here on this year

My nigga Rap Bone came to tear the club up

Yo my nigga Chock came to tear the club up

My nigga Joelle came to tear the club up

And this shit here should get all the thugs up

[Chorus: Akinyele & Rap Bone, Chock & Joelle]

It's for the money makers

What the booty shakers

Yeah my real niggas

And fuck who the playa haters

Yeah the move fakers

Ha the immitaters

Yo this is for who the money makers

Yeah the booty shakers

Ha my real niggas

Yo and fuck who the playa haters

Yeah the move fakers

And the motherfucking immitaters

[Verse 1: Rap Bone]

Now where I'm from these niggas don't pimp their [?]

Nautica shirts, game hats and nice sweats

And little niggas got through the mall like packs of wild animals

Anticipating the showdown

In my town, pretty [?] bitches get fucked

Then they stock just drop

They props go bankrupt

So tell me who's pimping heartless

From Jacksonville to Charlotte

I got some [?] goddesses

On our twenty, many

A late lonely night

We coming back from some hype shit

Like FreakNik

Possibly Daytona

Chilling with hook dogs

Smelling the aroma

Drinking wine, from 1989

I'm blinding in the dinette set

And let the sunlight shine

Making vows to remain forever tight

Throughout all space and time

So from here to 19 ninety something

My word is as money

I hate to hear my real niggas hungry

So I'm going to represent with my shit

And hit the public

All types of angles

Strangling niggas

With electric car wire

And calling out the frauds like we fucking on fire

[Chorus: Akinyele & Rap Bone, Chock & Joelle]

Ha, hey yo

This shit here is for the money makers

Yeah the booty shakers

Yeah my real niggas the real niggas

And fuck who the playa haters

Yeah the move fakers

Ha the immitaters

Yo this is for who the money makers

Yeah the booty shakers

Yeah my real niggas the real niggas

Yo and fuck who the playa haters

Yeah the move fakers

And the motherfucking immitaters

[Verse 2: Chock]

Now most chicks get they back blown

When I let my act roll

Conference on a track phone

With Ak, Chock and Rap Bone

Joelle will pack chrome

All through your back zone

And I'm no thug

But will still aim at your black dome

And bust you

In a Honda or if I need to Augusta

You bet we going to get crunk

We pressure in a trunk

When I catch second hand from your dank

When you flame your skunk

Then take all your bank in the game we tunk

I'm drunk, I guzzle VS, in a bubble GS

All chrome double BS

So on top look like a brother with DS

Down Syndrome

But if you want to find me come around wisdom

How do I say this kindly

You a clown kid son

And you need a check up so go get a papshmere

And if stripped to my wear

I'd have two gats bare

Only a few cats clear

On how I do that there

[Verse 3: Joelle]

I wreck yous down like molecules

When I play them fools

I'm just that little nasty nigga

With the ladies sneaking on the jewels

The voice is calm

But my words are strong

Like hurricanes

I might spit

A little cum shit

But it won't stop me from doing my thang

I maintain

When I slangs

From my native land

Upstate South Cleve West Anderson

It's unexpected

They expect it just the same

Just get in line

Like Carolina's in the [?]

We can't be wrong

Growing up down here

You didn't worry about no ride or no high priced gear

You got to boogy say boogy

Rode in like a champ

Wearing fake gold chain and no shirt is how we pimp

On all sides

The north south east and the west

To niggas got keys got pain got fresh

Fresh went to dope

And dope went to fat

Next thing you know the fools are busting all the gats

Except the parts

So you had to deal before dark

Smoking weed in the club

They don't dance they just just party

Drinking cold malt liquor

Country ass niggas

Booty shaking

To make them asses move quicker

I picture that

We dirty like floor mats

Ride in the sports coupes big jeeps fly

[Chorus: Akinyele & Rap Bone, Chock & Joelle]

Yo, this is for the money makers

Yeah the booty shakers

Yeah my real niggas the real niggas

And fuck who the playa haters

Yeah the move fakers

Yeah the immitaters

Ha this is for who the money makers

Yeah the booty shakers

Ha my real niggas

Yo and fuck who the playa haters

Yeah the move fakers

And the motherfucking immitaters

[Verse 4: Akinyele]

Ha I go down south to bust a nut

On a down south slut

Look her in the face and tell the chick "Girl, I want to fuck"

She be like "Shiiit"

There Ak-nel go with that New York diiick

Here, take a liiick

I beginning grinning

Cause I'm ready to hit it off

[?]

Point to the light

She be like

I going to go flick it up

I'm gorilla like King Kong

While you niggas is little monkeys like Mighty Joe Young

Out of town I know crackers with correct ID

In other words I95 is where you find me

And buy guns from me

In exchange for crack

Road maps

Got me transporting gats

From the north

And the south tackle that

Bringing it back

To my New York money makers

Who smoke a lot and get high like sky scrapers

Down south I know girls who straight want to rape us

My niggas Rap Bone and Chock here to videotape us

My nigga Joelle got some bitches flying in from Jamaica

I got some girls in L.A. who play like the Lakers

Shiiiiiit

Because Hoes'R'Us

Everywhere we go, mad love they show us

Even girls who don't know us

Want to suck our dicks for us

[Chorus: Akinyele & Rap Bone, Chock & Joelle]

We're the the money makers

Ha the booty shakers

Yeah my real niggas the real niggas

And fuck who the playa haters

Yeah the move fakers

Ha the immitaters

Yo this is for who the money makers

Yeah the booty shakers

Yeah my real niggas the real niggas

And fuck who the playa haters

Yeah the move fakers

And the motherfucking immitaters