Released on April 1, 2008

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[Verse 1: Mr. Marcelo]

I can't see you haters with the frames on, homie

Marcello don't you ever get the name wrong, homie

Bang bang on me, but I ain't come to start it

I just came to pop a few bottles in the party

Cop a few models in the party

Blow a lil purp then dip in a black Maserati

Yeah I get money, I be showing my cash

And my jeans hang low 'cause I be showing my ass

Fake niggas hate it, real niggas love it

Real niggas love to see a real nigga get this money

Any city, any hood, any state

I be on the interstatе [?]

[?] yeah I keep it with me

And chop chop niggas like bonеless chicken

Yeah, I leave 'em funky [?]

[?] shits on niggas like pidgeons

I get it how I live and live how I get it

If the streets [?]

Yeah, yeah, yeah

[Chorus: Mr. Marcello & Curren$y]

Marcello make it do what it do

Every hood and every ghetto make it do what it do

Yeah, Hot Spitta make it do what it do

Bad bitches and real niggas make it do what it do

Yeah, Marcello make it do what it do

Every hood and every ghetto make it do what it do

Yeah, Hot Spitta make it do what it do

Bad bitches and real niggas make it do what it do


[Verse 2: Curren$y]

Yeah, Louis Vutton luggage

In the storage department of the new Benz buggy

I'm at a point in my life where I'm like "Fuck it"

I see it and I want it, I get it, it's just money

I play the Gucci rainboots when it's muddy

Leave double G prints, haven't seen a G since

I left the scene with my team

Niggas seem squeamish, holding on their stomachs like they're sea-sick

Bitches can't believe it, niggas can't take it

Lemonhead white tick-tacks on my bracelet

I flash my ring, you steppin' on your brace bitch

'Cause y'all know yellow lights mean slow down

We in the club taking shots, gettin' tore down

Fuck around with me you taking shots from the [?]

Clowns don't believe you a mobster

Til they start seeing their homeboys in trunks like a boxer

Clowns say you hotter than Spitta, you probably right homes

I can't be hot, I got too much ice on, yeah

[Chorus: Mr. Marcello & Curren$y]

Marcello make it do what it do

Every hood and every ghetto make it do what it do

Yeah, Hot Spitta make it do what it do

Bad bitches and real niggas make it do what it do

Yeah, Marcello make it do what it do

Every hood and every ghetto make it do what it do

Yeah, Hot Spitta make it do what it do

Bad bitches and real niggas make it do what it do