Uh, yeah
It's ya boy Boss Don Biggavel'
'Bout to bring ya that wave
So street, so wavy
Got these niggaz bobbin' and weavin'
Oh man, 16000 the first week
Verse 1:
What kinda muthafucka black-ball a nigga off YouTube
I can tell ya who, baby I got new shoes
Ridin' on the wave like knarley, kill that nigga probably
I tell all the bitches my name Charly, Bobby
Whitney, niggaz tried to hit me
Nigga my only fear is God should come and get me, quickly
'Fore these Bergen bitches try to put a nigga on a death list
My crew they gettin' restless
Fuck it, I ain't never goin' back (never)
They gon' have to find me like Sadaam, got Bigga tatooed on my arm
Got Al Pac, he's a rider, he ready to squeeze on my command
I'm 'bout to give him 100 grizz, his brother was with me in the can (Peanut)
They call him Peanut
Pour me a swigga and roll the weed up, G's Up
Max, I remember that (yeah) you and B shot the shit
Together y'all the Men In Black, Will Smith
Numbers I can do if these lip singin' bitches stop hatin' on my movement
Beamer like a cruise ship
Whip it up nice, that's a cool flip, brought it back big
Bigga the quarterback kid
Ow
Chorus:
All my Gain Greene niggaz gettin' paid (hey)
Mami I blow 100 in every night I love blessin' 'em with the stick
I'ma ride (Oww)
Nigga you's a bitch, take a look at my eyes
Mami wonder why (why)
My 4-4 gon' make sure that Poodie won't grow
Baby I'm the don (don)
Got the chickens lookin' good
Take a look at my arm
Ow
Verse 2:
Nigga did, only 16000
When we go to the mall, baby we ain't browsin'
Baby we be, sellin' in front of housing, non-stop, pirate
Movin' in 20 degree climates
I miss, driving in the sunset
Baby open your mouth, I'm tryna get your tongue wet, dumb sex
Three or four bitches in a day, it's enough dick for all of them
Gain Greene niggaz steady ballin'
Bottles we be pourin', you got another nigga wave
Baby I'm makin' 10 a day
I was in the shade tryna cool off, kuz a nigga really on fire
Jimmy, I'm 'bout to make him retire
Sour got me higher, on a different level
Got me 'bout to make a deal with the devil
I can see the, reflection off the bezel