[Intro: Mel Matrix]

We banging and ballin' on this side

Know what I’m talking 'bout?

(Bring another ounce, I wish it was a kilo)

We ain't scared to play the corner

Know what I’m talking 'bout?

(Bring another ounce, I wish it was a kilo)

Fuck it, I'ma get straight to the point

Check it, check it, check it

[Verse 1: Mel Matrix]

Homie, I'm ridin', nigga, your block is my block

Nobody gettin' bread 'less you pump in my block (My block)

You aggravated, load up your blinker

Have your fam in all black, pourin' out Malt Liquor (So hard, peace)

We run this shit like the corner

I’m down to do that dirt, that’ll have you facin' a quarter (Get it in, nigga)

You sell crack, I want in

You sell dope, I want in, my barrel be smokin’ (Boom)

Uh, and it's all for the money

Flipped the butter for the bread, and we spread it on them honeys (That drop top)

Yeah, that coke white like Alaska

Smoking hella Haze, watching Scarface on the plasma (Gettin' bread, nigga)

I say my life like a movie

'Till karma come around, so I’m packing my toolie (Grip)

Nigga, you know how the G's roll

Flip a pack on the block, then let the weed blow

[Chorus: Max B]

(Bring another ounce, I wish it was a kilo)

I ain't leaving the strip 'til I get my grip into my money, get right

(Bring another ounce, I wish it was a kilo)

Load up the 357 and cock the Nina if the money ain't right

(Bring another ounce, I wish it was a kilo)

Make that shit for the ghetto, that make 'em want to make 'em love you for life

(Bring another ounce, I wish it was a kilo)

I'm the type of motherfucker that hit your ho

[Verse 2: Mel Matrix]

I'm banging (Yes, sir), kicking up dust with the homies

My style like MJ, these niggas can't hold me (Nah)

Mel murdered my co-de, so when a nigga get locked up

You know I ain't playing with y'all and the police (I got it)

You niggas can't fold me (Nah), my youngins on the block

Got them chops, moving them keys, duckin' from the police (Woo-hoo)

Grind (Grind, nigga), that's all we know (Yes, sir)

Took a half off the top and we bricked it to a kilo

I get my chips off the top, that's where I see dough

Jack move, run in your spot and take your kilos (Nigga)

You ain't seen shit 'til you seen a fifth-four

Don't fuck with platinum no more, I'm back to rocking gold (Yeah)

Used to run off with packs, run up in the number holes (I'm gone)

This time it's for the money, so let's get it in (Let's get it in, nigga)

That piff and that guap, we get it in the penns

Check me in that Maybach coupe, I'm blowing in the wind (Weed blow)

[Chorus: Max B]

(Bring another ounce, I wish it was a kilo)

I ain't leaving the strip 'til I get my grip into my money, get right

(Bring another ounce, I wish it was a kilo)

Load up the 357 and cock the Nina if the money ain't right

(Bring another ounce, I wish it was a kilo)

Make that shit for the ghetto, that make 'em want to make 'em love you for life

(Bring another ounce, I wish it was a kilo)

I'm the type of motherfucker that hit your ho

[Verse 3: Max B]

I caught him slippin', niggas tried to get dippin', uh-huh

He tried to run, but I kick my leg out and tripped 'em, uh-huh

Come here, motherfucker, don't you try it

Don't make me pop this cannon in the air and start a riot

Put you niggas on a diet, turn your Porsches to meager

This time the bosses is eager to let a nigga feed 'em

Just kick back and write them checks, Capo, baby, I got this

Give me the lane, watch me dunk on these niggas like your breakfast

Got them quarters of that 'caine, 1950 a piece, twenties of kush

Tucked a bird of the D in the bush

Pick the DTs on my tail, he bleeped me on my cell

Like, "Biggavell, I can't let 'em keep me in the jail"

Them niggas gon' try to get me, and I ain't got no blicky

I'm gon' flip me a kilo 'cause this shit here is gon' get sticky

Make him bring me back that bread, then go see my connect

You motherfuckers better show me respect (Uh), yeah (Weed blow, yeah)

[Chorus: Max B]

(Bring another ounce, I wish it was a kilo)

I ain't leaving the strip 'til I get my grip into my money, get right

(Bring another ounce, I wish it was a kilo)

Load up the 357 and cock the Nina if the money ain't right

(Bring another ounce, I wish it was a kilo)

Make that shit for the ghetto, that make 'em want to make 'em love you for life

(Bring another ounce, I wish it was a kilo)

I'm the type of motherfucker that hit your ho