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Intro:
Yo, turn me up
Verse 1 (foxy):
What ya'll know bout bangin' out?/ till there's nothin' left stash box mag 4s all up in the dashboards/ look, ya'll think we get this cash for?/ we gon' front till we die/ throw that money in the sky homie/ i rock them louis' ya'll know already/ but it's necessary i style in burberry/ young fox i run hip-hop/ niggas know them hits won't stop bet them clips will pop/ bet i be in that big body rover/ frontin' hard in the squad l-v on them loafers/ i'm an ill bitch i styles like i'm supposed to/ niggas in the pen gettin' right off my posters/ in the pearl white hatch back got my swagger back and i don't know how to act nigga/ my groove is on my team is strong/ hey yo gav please bring them motherfuckin' horns in
Chorus (young gavin):
This is what we came to do/ gettin' money playboy we ain't playin' wit' you/ who the one that got the streets on lock/ somebody better call the cops/ what we doin' huh?/ (sung) we makin' it/ fever hit/ ya'll know it's fox/ she keeps it hot
Verse 2 (foxy):
And i bring it to bitches for real/ special delivery/ five years strong and they still tryin' to get rid of me/ but i'm still here niggas/ i do this for gav to keep them young boys runnin' through the ave/ have the team lookin' good i be's in the hood/ dubs on the wheels and bs on the hood/ pop 50 bottles/ halo to hollywood/ i'm so gutter acki sweat suit with the hood/ might flip it on these bitches and throw on the plein sud/ wit a real good shoot lookin' real fuckin' good/ start our her label, she'll never be able/ now i styles on niggas and i turn the tables/ now meetings with kev and lyor at the round table/ in a three-quarter butter brown sable/ ya'll niggas hustlin' deals and i'm still on the grind/ tryin' to appeal still beatin' russell for mils
(chorus (young gavin)
Verse 3 (foxy):
Irate the weak movin' a brick in half a week/ and it's hard to eat in these brooklyn streets/ the truth is you bitches only live in a booth/ i move big sixty deuce that's prada goose nigga/ throw our money out our prowler roof i'm about to tightin' the noose they talkin' loose/ man, me and gav in them lacs, tyson's bout to get them belts back/ brooklyn's back nigga