Payroll Giovanni - Memories lyrics

[Verse 1: Big Quis] Let's get it, tonight I'm going out I need to be around some love Call my n***as up, tell em meet me at the club Pour them whips out, Bring that ice out Tomorrow ain't promised, we gon ball right now Me and Dre was young as hell stunting on you haters Throw that money out the whip. Back to start the eighter Me and Pay was on that Escalade on the sixes Teenagers f**ing with them two grown b**hes You went to Arizona with them beds. Playing spades drinking beers with the Mexicans Me and Dre was in Miami popping Perrier That's the sh** we used to drink about the ninth grade Rock got his first pistol case cause of me I owe you one, if you ever need me imma come I ain't done making memories, let's make so more If I ain't never said I love y'all n***as now y'all know [Chorus: Big Quis] I be chilling, I don't know what's gotten into me Lost so many of my homeboys in the streets Some in jail, some dead, rest in peace They took y'all but they didn't take away the memories All the hoes we had f**ed. (Ayy) All the money we had touched. (Ayy) When we got into that fight. (Ayy) Lets hit the club tonight and make so more memories [Verse 2: Doughboy Dre] Money on my mind I can't sleep I been stressing lately can't think Say hello to the bad guy In my zone I be so high Custom leather suede. sh**. b**h I be so fly Twenty thousand on my dinner I don't give a f** Pour them [?] bottles tryna light it up I remember all the times I ain't have sh** Got my first pistol case tryna hit and lick Everyday I'm lit. Wasted off that Cognac n***as looking for your boy like a lone jack. (I'm here) Twenty bands on my lawyer that's for my freedom n***as rockin' face sh** like we don't keep 'em Put the D on the map now its time to ball (313) Old gold digging b**h I don't f** with y'all Roll a blunt, spark it up n***a, get high Pop a bottle with your team, put 'em in the sky [Chorus: Big Quis] I be chilling, I don't know what's gotten into me Lost so many of my homeboys in the streets Some in jail, some dead, rest in peace They took y'all but they didn't take away the memories All the hoes we had f**ed. (Ayy) All the money we had touched. (Ayy) When we got into that fight. (Ayy) Lets hit the club tonight and make some more memories [Verse 3: Payroll Giovani] Once upon a time, in Detroit city A group of young cats that the broke n***as envy They f**ed a lot of hoes. Made a lot of n***as. [?] Downtown in different whips Rollie crowns on the wrists New album signing jackets to drop [?] These n***as wasn't even rapping yet They had a operation when you weren't trapping yet They started doing songs the city knew the sh** was true 'Cause every song they talked about the sh** you see them really do A few n***as got jam. Some