[Intro: DJ Drama]
I think its one thing we can all agree on
And that's that the D is as real as it comes
As real as it gets
So when you see some n***as make it out
And make it good, clap for them
[Verse 1: Doughboy Quis]
Them rich n***as here all the strippers should cheer
Take this money we gone throw and pay your rent for a year
5 carats in my ear, 20 more in my charm
See them foreigns outside, n***a them all ours
Go to a normal bar if you just wanna drink
Hoes dancing here for free dawg, is that what you think
If you ain't threw no money, n***a you looking wack (Lame)
Everybody point at the n***a who looking wack
First i throw a couple stacks, then i drink me some liquor
Then i throw some
More cash at a hating a** n***a
Im finna go broke, I go hard for the team
It's the world, I'mma take somebody girl when i leave
Presidential on my sleeve, got rims on the coupe
Tripple b's over here, b**h its bottles and boots
Kidd screaming 7 duece, and im repping the mile
Somebody call the janitor to come and sweep up this pile
[Hook: Doughboy Quis & Payroll]
My whole team ball like we just hit the lotto
We shining like the sparklers on the Avion bottles
When i throw some money all my n***as gone follow
So gone head and make that a** clap, (Bravo)
Gone head and make that a** clap, (Bravo)
Bend it over make that a** clap, (Bravo)
Gone head and make that a** clap, (Bravo)
Bend it over make that a** clap, (Bravo)
[Verse 2: YG]
Make it clap, girl wobble
I hope the, p**y taste like Moscato (Whoa)
She say she wanna be the mascot, so thick
You'd think she had a** shots, (What's yo name!)
Gianna, girl my keysia
If her homegirl f**ing, she follow the leader
Now throw a stack and make it clap, make it clap baby
And if its wack, immma take it, take it back baby (Yeah)
I'll beat that p**y up, eat that p**y up
Beat that p**y drunk, eat it up
And have her running from the tongue
Hair in a bun, G string in her p**y
If her house clean, that mean she gotta clean a** p**y (Woop Woop)
She looking like Rihanna
She ain't f**ing, she remind me of Trigiani
Since her, baby daddy sweat her like Cosby
She somewhere t**ng like Miley
[Hook]
[Verse 3: Payroll]
Hood b**h (What up doe)
If you ain't know, they call me P (Payroll)
And I'm hood rich, cause when they block was dry they called on me (Yeah)
Shake that a** for a rich n***a
And when your man ain't looking, take a quick picture (b**h)
I think i wanna marry this ho
Gimme all the ones you got, I'm bout to bury this ho
[Verse 4: HBK]
I want a baby momma like Beyonce, a freak like Rihanna
A wife like Kim, white girl like maddona
Bad b**h like teyana, ex stripper like Chyna
A p**nstar like Pinky, that can work that vagina
Now bust it open for a real n***a b**h
The only n***a spending bills in this b**h
Drunk on Avion, she off pills in this b**h
After that its Perignon, cause we still in this b**h
[Hook]