Quis - Bravo lyrics

[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]