[Intro]

([?] got all the sauce)

[Chorus]

My milkshake brings all the thugs to the yard

Hood shit, gun shots, louder than y'alls

Niggas that do fraud, niggas in charge

I don't need you, but I like them cars

My milkshake brings all the thugs to the yard

Hood shit, gun shots, louder than y'alls

Niggas that do fraud, niggas in charge

I don't need you, but I like them cars

[Verse 1]

You got the sauce, but nigga you don't got a plan

I ain't need a boss, I need a nigga in command

You ain't never flew across the country with 100 bands

Yea stay sucking dick, you gotta split it with ya mans

Damn, I like a nigga who do scams

The Balenci on his feet, don't want a nigga and no bands

Like a nigga in the streets, come and see me when he can

Fly me out just to meet me, come and see me when he land

Damn, hit the switch, we in a lambs

Imma fuck around and take the nigga 'cause I can

I might fuck around and throw some peluck of the cam

Little boy I need a man, okay here we go again

[Chorus]

My milkshake brings all the thugs to the yard

Hood shit, gun shots, louder than y'alls

Niggas that do fraud, niggas in charge

I don't need you, but I like them cars

My milkshake brings all the thugs to the yard

Hood shit, gun shots, louder than y'alls

Niggas that do fraud, niggas in charge

I don't need you, but I like them cars

[Verse 2]

And I like them large foreigns

Ooo yea, I like them cars

Shoot me in a rave, yea I like them stars

If he catch a case, we gon' fight that charge

'Cause Imma hood ass bitch

Me and my bitches doin' hood ass shit

Know some mexicans, who gon' move them bricks

And some rasta niggas, who will off yo shit

Yeah, 'cause I'm from New York bitch

Where we scream [?] and pop yo shit

Niggas gettin' jiggy, BB Simon with a 50

And we ride thru' the city, on that New York shit

[Chorus]

My milkshake brings all the thugs to the yard

Hood shit, gun shots, louder than y'alls

Niggas that do fraud, niggas in charge

I don't need you, but I like them cars

My milkshake brings all the thugs to the yard

Hood shit, gun shots, louder than y'alls

Niggas that do fraud, niggas in charge

I don't need you, but I like them cars

[Outro]

She ain't got no money in the bank

Walkin' around, acting all stank

I ain't got no time for a stank hoe

No, no, no I got a bankroll