Doughboyz Cashout - The Crowd Goes Wild lyrics

[Hook: Payroll Giovanni] My team still winning every time we come around Pull up to the club with the 'Vette top down And the crowd goes wild And the crowd goes wild I'm in the club chain swinging, n***as mug, hoes smile Jumped on stage and I threw my whole pile And the crowd goes wild And the crowd goes wild [Verse 1: Payroll Giovanni] Pull up to the club n***as looking scarred Hoes like 'damn girl, is that his car?' See I been getting money for a lil long time Kept that A1 work, so I kept a long line When the Hot Boys broke up, I was baggin' coke up So Friday we can show up in Armani with the doors up These bad b**hes know us You getting money, show us Drug money in my pocket and this sh** don't fold up Both chains dizzing 'cause of c**aine missions Fall up in the bar, now I'm Rose sipping We been getting money, been tearing up the streets We ain't talking on these songs, you better check the rap sheet In high school framed up, the crowd went wild When Chaz threw his doors up, the crowd went wild f**ing ugly n***as' b**hes, the crowd went wild E'lade on 6's, the crowd went wild [Hook: Payroll Giovanni] My team still winning every time we come around Pull up to the club with the 'Vette top down And the crowd goes wild And the crowd goes wild I'm in the club chain swinging, n***as mug, hoes smile Jumped on stage and I threw my whole pile And the crowd goes wild And the crowd goes wild [Verse 2: Doughboy Roc] I make money, I blow money throw it in the crowd 17, we was sh**ting on n***as at [?] We still go crazy every time we come around A lotta n***as smiles seem to always turn to frowns It's crazy when you pull up the club, women loving you 'Cause you in a all black on black BMW Hoes start hugging you, n***as start mugging you But you know I'm strapped like I got a CCW Pay you n***as no mind, I'm straight to the bar All these motherf**ing bottles coulda bought a used car And when I'm drunk enough, you know I'm hopping on stage Bouncers let me do my thang 'cause they know that I'm paid I can say it in your eyes, I know you sick Y'all better k** me now 'cause I'm 'bout to get rich Your b**h will f** around and be Doughboy secretary You better know that me and my n***as legendary [Hook: Payroll Giovanni] My team still winning every time we come around Pull up to the club with the 'Vette top down And the crowd goes wild And the crowd goes wild I'm in the club chain swinging, n***as mug, hoes smile Jumped on stage and I threw my whole pile And the crowd goes wild And the crowd goes wild [Verse 3: Kiddo] I got these hoes going crazy at the club Pulled up, they on my dick like I'm Jay Z at the club It ain't Jigga, it's the rich n***a HBK, yeah the b**h hitter Young slick n***a on that tip n***a So tuck your b**h, n***a I just might hop out and throw the [?] off You hating n***a get the f** on You look mad, what the f** wrong? 'Cause I see Hutch n***a f** chrome Your girl loving my style Pulling up the crowd going wild Watching Blow with the top down I'm drunk off Moet, [?] Crystal Now watch me do my thang Making it rain while you look lame I see your main watching our chains Now me and A 'bout to get brain Run up, he gon' start busting [?] end of discussion You ain't no goon n***a, stop fronting Lay him down, sh** n***a f** it Hop on 4's, then skrt off This b**h in the back with her skirt off Tatted up and my shirt off Now to the hood to get the work off Hop on 4's, then skrt off This b**h in the back with her skirt off Tatted up and my shirt off Now to the hood to get the work off [Hook: Payroll Giovanni] My team still winning every time we come around Pull up to the club with the 'Vette top down And the crowd goes wild And the crowd goes wild I'm in the club chain swinging, n***as mug, hoes smile Jumped on stage and I threw my whole pile And the crowd goes wild And the crowd goes wild [Verse 4: Dre Armani] All about the green like I was Celtics fan [?] on the hooptie smelling like a ceiling fan Paint wet like a b**h p**y Don't push me, blowing kushy You lil n***as p**y Get money, my n***as go hard And if I ever fall off I cop a 8th of hard Hoes love the way the Tru's sag Hit the set and we drop cash Hit Neimans and I pop tags Got goons and they tote Mac's Back, back if you ain't my mans f** you mean I ain't shaking hands? Dead presidents and rubberbands f** a couple grand, b**h, I'm tryna get a million When the Doughboyz go crazy watch the hoes go wild Me and Quis saying hi and we blowing on that loud Rich n***as so let's get it And I'm high as hell like a dunk on 6s