[Intro: Max B]

Right

You ain't gettin' no money

Lemme tell y'all som' different

We dem boys man

Know we got Harlem all in a frenzy

It's your boy Boss Don Biggavell baby

Got the boy Al Pac with me

Gain Greene, let's go

Uh

[Chorus: Max B]

Chyeah, nigga we got doe (Doe)

Nigga we got hoes (Hoes)

Gain Greene our style (Style)

Biggavelli, Al Pac (Al Pac)

You niggas hatin' on me 'cause we so hot (Hot)

Got a hooker for your wifey and she blows cock (Cock)

We only going hard when we go pop (Pop)

It's time to let 'em have it, so let it go (Lеt it go)

[Verse 1]

Look at 'em in the waves

Bеt the people wanna see

This nigga thought it was him, but the people wanted me

They asking me Biggavell, when is the album coming?

I tell them, when this motherfucker Jimmy get off his stomach

He was getting fucked like a little bitch, in the rear end

No matter how loud he screams, nobody seems to hear him

I can't really spare him, nigga just wanna get him for his jewelry

Baby I need it, look what you do to me

Rub a nigga down with some baby oil

Put you up in the Jag, Carrera, Mercedes, or Caddy truck

Come and fuck with daddy slut

I'ma treat you hood

Fresh out of jail, don't he make it feel good?

Got a nigga shit, give it early day (Day)

Watch this nigga career come to halt like emergency brake

I got emergency cake, and I'll never spend it

Lil' fucker disrespecting, I feel offended (Feel offended)

[Chorus: Max B]

Chyeah, nigga we got doe (Doe)

Nigga we got hoes (Hoes)

Gain Greene our style (Style)

Biggavelli, Al Pac (Al Pac)

You niggas hatin' on me 'cause we so hot (Hot)

Got a hooker for your wifey and she blows cock (Cock)

We only going hard when we go pop (Pop)

It's time to let 'em have it, so let it go (Let it go)

[Verse 2]

Chyeah, now I always be in some shit

Always be in some bitch

The lust, jeweling on a nigga just 'cause he plush

Gotta get it girl, hit me with a lick

Don't be scared babe, keep it hood

Riding for your nigga, don't be canned babe

Biggavell a boss, got the game so I'ma case load

Coppers coming in plain clothes

Got me lookin' pretty in the Range Rove

Bumpin' on that lip sing

Hookers be on the corners, my pumpers on the six train

Shit mane, I could use me a crude bill, Blue Steel

That's what we hit them niggas in two real

I need a new deal

Hang that nigga body off the rooftop

Mama said I remind her of Tupac

[Chorus: Max B]

Nigga we got doe (Chyeah)

Nigga we got hoes (Hoes)

Gain Greene our style (Style)

Biggavelli, Al Pac

You niggas hatin' on me 'cause we so hot (Hot)

Got a hooker for your wifey and she blows cock (Cock)

We only going hard when we go pop (Pop)

It's time to let 'em have it, so let it go (Let it go)