[Intro: Bizzy Banks]
[?]
Bitch, haha
Get money
Uh (Grrah, grrah, boom)

[Chorus: Bizzy Banks]
I got a spinner, shooter, call him Pablo (Wait)
Dominicano, she tryna eat so I took her to Panchos (Haha)
You ain’t from the hood, you ain’t gon’ get it
You ain’t no shooter boy, you ain’t with it
Tell [?] to shoot, ‘cause I know he gon’ clip ‘em (Rrah)
Bro told me to chill, ‘cause he know I’ma tick it (Rrah, rrah, rrah)
When I’m on they block all I hear is crickets (Shh)
Oh you feelin’ froggy? Lil n***a, ribbit
Can’t bring the pole, you know I’ma rip ‘em
Call me Bizzy P, n***a No Limit (Like)
We catching hella Zoes for the dollars
How you tryna flex when you in a Honda?
Shawty givin’ brain, I think she a scholar
Finna pop my collar, three 6 (Mafia)

[Verse 1: Bizzy Banks]
Bitch, I’m a problem child
Ain’t no missionary, I’m fucking her doggystyle (Yeah)
Sound like me, but he watered down
Hе ain’t outside, he hear storiеs when he around
Favor making him think he down, uh (What)
Send my ‘ooters to blick ‘em now (Bah)
Heard you soft when we not around (What)
How the fuck do you think I sound?
Boy you ain’t gang, nah, you ain’t shoot for yourself, why you think you gon’ bang now?
N***a say I move strange now
I’m still the same, I just got me a chain now ([?])
Oh you think you the wave now? Your bitch on my dick, she gon’ hold this wave down (Like, haha)
Got hot in the spot, with her ass up and face down
You know who got the sitchy, late night on them blocks, you know I have .40 with me
That’s his name, ‘cause he drop the sitchy
He know I’ma flock it, so he tote the knockers with me
You ain’t gang, you ain’t pop up with me
I only name n***as who go spin a block up with me
Yo whoever got guala with me (Facts, like)
Uh, bitch you know my body, yeah, I came from nothing
Get paid for a show, you know a n***a comin’
Just me and the band, all my n***as drummin’ (Like)
Through the money, bitch we really thumbin’ (Rrah)
Hit it off a Yerky, got the pussy runnin’, uh (Runnin’)
Gucci flip flops, hit it when I’m stuntin’
Her n***a a lame, you know I’ma sun ‘em
[Chorus: Bizzy Banks]
I got a spinner, shooter, call him Pablo (Wait)
Dominicano, she tryna eat so I took her to Panchos (Haha, what)
You ain’t from the hood, you ain’t gon’ get it
You ain’t no shooter boy, you ain’t with it
Tell [?] to shoot, ‘cause I know he gon’ clip ‘em (Rrah)
Bro told me to chill, ‘cause he know I’ma tick it (Rrah, rrah, rrah)
When I’m on they block all I hear is crickets (Shh, yeah)
Oh you feelin’ froggy? (Gang) Lil n***a, ribbit (Gang)
Can’t bring the pole, you know I’ma rip ‘em (Baow)
Call me Bizzy P, n***a No Limit (Like)
We catching hella Zoes for the dollars (Ayo, face it)
How you tryna flex when you in a Honda? (What you [?] n***a?)
Shawty givin’ brain, I think she a scholar
Finna pop my collar, three 6 mafia

[Verse 2: Carlos Trvp]
[?]

[Chorus: Bizzy Banks]
I got a spinner, shooter, call him Pablo (Wait)
Dominicano, she tryna eat so I took her to Panchos (Haha)
You ain’t from the hood, you ain’t gon’ get it
You ain’t no shooter boy, you ain’t with it
Tell [?] to shoot, ‘cause I know he gon’ clip ‘em (Rrah)
Bro told me to chill, ‘cause he know I’ma tick it
When I’m on they block all I hear is crickets (Shh)
Oh you feelin’ froggy? Lil n***a, ribbit
Can’t bring the pole, you know I’ma rip ‘em
Call me Bizzy P, n***a No Limit (Like)
We catching hella Zoes for the dollars
How you tryna flex when you in a Honda?
Shawty givin’ brain, I think she a scholar
Finna pop my collar, three 6 mafia
[Outro: Bizzy Banks]
I got a spinner, shooter, call him Pablo
Dominicano, she tryna eat so I took her to Panchos (Haha)
You ain’t from the hood, you ain’t gon’ get it
You ain’t no shooter boy, you ain’t with it
Call me Bizzy P, n***a No Limit