[Chorus: Alley Boy]

Pull up on you blowin' on that loud thing

Then do whatever Mr. Chow bring

And for them hatin' niggas that's been doubtin' me

The money stack it up, it look like Yao Ming

Yao Ming, Yao Ming

These bitches wanna fuck and I'm like Yao Ming

Yao Ming, Yao Ming

The money stack it up, it look like Yao Ming

[Verse 1: Alley Boy]

Got fifty bands on my wrist, half a mill in my bitch

She droppin jean sag on my shit, foreign hoes all on my dick

Fuck the law, I could pay for it, fuck the case

I could pay for it, two-hundred rounds a day

Nigga, all them boys, fuck it, pay for it

Big titties, fake booty

Got a big dick, bitch, get to it

Young nigga minds I influence

DT, they tattooed

We got dig dimes and drone

Too much power in my tongue

Too much kush all in my lungs

We clean and play for the chrome

I'm savin up like I won, I won, look at my charm

I'm scratchin' like Yao Ming, always my money long

As I took to Milan but hardly answer phones

My paper like Yao Ming, these niggas just puttin' on

For real

[Chorus: Alley Boy]

Pull up on you blowin' on that loud thing

Then do whatever Mr. Chow bring

And for them hatin' niggas that's been doubtin' me

The money stack it up, it look like Yao Ming

Yao Ming, Yao Ming

These bitches wanna fuck and I'm like Yao Ming

Yao Ming, Yao Ming

The money stack it up, it look like Yao Ming

[Verse 2: Meek Mill]

Alley, what up? Meek Millie

Yeah, okay, I stand tall with that China white

Uh, call that Yao Ming

I don't fuck with these pussy niggas

They all singin' like Al Green

We well respected, well connected

My money long and my Car's clean

Gold rims in my Aston Martin

No rollin', bitch, 'cause my car's clean

New Lamborghini Murc go skrrr

That bullshit you kickin' won't work

I'm out in Chi town, meet my nigga Durk

Nigga run up on me wrong

Pussy nigga get murked, bang-bang, nigga

White bricks duckin from the chain gang, nigga

Cock back, head shot, brain hang, nigga

Same week, brain from ya main thing, nigga

Keep it real, can't tell me they ain't gang niggas

Black masks, we ain't never gang bang, nigga

Matte Black comin' through the left lane, nigga

You a pawn playin' in a chess game, nigga

FN straight through your vest game, nigga

Hold up, let me slow it down for these fuck boys

Weed loud, jewelry loud, we make enough noise

[Chorus: Alley Boy]

Pull up on you blowin' on that loud thing

Then do whatever Mr. Chow bring

And for them hatin' niggas that's been doubtin' me

The money stack it up, it look like Yao Ming

Yao Ming, Yao Ming

These bitches wanna fuck and I'm like Yao Ming

Yao Ming, Yao Ming

The money stack it up, it look like Yao Ming

[Verse 3: Alley Boy]

Must be Fat Trel, Alley Boy, Louie V Mob

Alley Boy talk a big bank bet that the Sosa at 6, little Ricky duct tape 'em all

Fifty-thousand in hunger

Got your girl kissin' on my stomach

You know that the young boy here do numbers

Hit 'em one time, bitch, lose my number

Runnin' too long, gon' show no pity

A-Town don, bitch, this my city

Georgia power, she ate my state

Home of the brave, nigga, fuck your city

Alley Boy a gold mine, I’mma golden child

Nigga, diamond in the dirt

With all these DT's in they face and all the LV's on my shirt

Money long like Yao Ming, that's the chain, that ain't no green

That's K roll, that ain't no lean

To a fuck nigga that ain't no team

My paper tall and my tape dogs

2Pac's on, new outlaw

Play with me, hand chopper

Fifty rounds, face off

[Chorus: Alley Boy]

Pull up on you blowin' on that loud thing

Then do whatever Mr. Cho bring

And for them hatin' niggas that's been doubtin' me

The money stack it up, it look like Yao Ming