[Max B:]
Gain Greene, UpNorth Records
Max Biggavel', T.P.
Oh this big pimpin' baby
[Verse 1: Max B]
5-Star telle?, f** that, I don't need that sh**
Short stay, never did the foreplay
Never kiss a b**h nowadays kuz it's risky
Groupies after shows, screamin' "Bigga, pick me"
Gimme dick B, I can come to court, why you on your trial, just stay
I can hold the.4 while you roll around
It's been a minute baby girl since we last fought
You was third string, and I was down with Byrdgang
Now I'm a Gain Greene Boss in my element
Pimp the younger b**hes for the hell of it, Bigga sellin' it
Goddamn, these b**hes be on me
Daddy I luv the stay, don't ever leave me lonely
Only n***a at the slumber party in a bathrobe
No draws under, I'm Big Brutha Thunda
Baby I wonder, why ya bed so good
Why ya head so good, good, (uh)
Baby I wonder
[Hook: Max B]
We wake up and f** every morning
And money got a n***a feeling good
I cops me plenty dick s**s when I'm tourin', ohhhh
Kuz p**y got a n***a feeling good, girrrrrrrlll
[Verse 2: French Montana]
Baby I could help you hit the top, put ya mind to it
You know I make magic happen like Rashard Lewis
And she know that, ya know I luv my n***az but where the hoes at
Get me in the mood, we'll get you in the groove
Montana baby, we got the city lock
Willie Hutch, crunch time, hit the clutch, and shorty know it
They know my pimp game like a poem
Harmonize in ya ear, chain ice crystal clear
You ain't hear nuthin' this hot, a long while
About to tilt the world, my n***a gon' get off trial
Somehow, always find a way out the crack hole
Try to take it easy, tryna stay out that black hole
Tie black, hot city banger, E, duffle bags Young Los
Coke Wave Gang homie plus many more
We f** plenty who*es
I ain't wanna finish his career, he was beggin' for it
[Hook: Max B]
We wake up and f** every morning
And money got a n***a feeling good
I cops me plenty dick s**s when I'm tourin', ohhhh
Kuz p**y got a n***a feeling good, girrrrrrrlll
[Verse 3: T.P.]
The boy gets lots of pape, scoop ya b**h, be on my way
Hold ya lips, the clips'll spray, bullets in and out the K
I ain't got time to play, stash is safe to flip a case
Call my place the p**y Place, got a few in your state
I made the way for brighter days, my mind is on a disarray
For Dom I lay Dolce, Gucci shoes, they stingray
Watch as Max swim away, I think God blessed me with some haze
Endowed with' a lotta game and neither one you gotta blame
Get this that girl time, wish me d**h if I'm lying
Sleepin' with the enemy, she can't be no friend to me
Know you need more her clothes, daddy need a Bentley
Girl we can do this fast, forget ya pa**, make it last
Smile and flirt, work ya hips, show some tits, pop ya a**
Blow a kiss at every car, show 'em you a track star
Pimps and hoes, to black cards, money never runs out
Recession proof, never drought, infinite cash routes
[Hook: Max B]
We wake up and f** every morning
And money got a n***a feeling good
I cops me plenty dick s**s when I'm tourin', ohhhh
Kuz p**y got a n***a feeling good,