[Chorus: Ice LaBell & Viper]
Ladies, put your hands in the air
If you got your own money, put your hands in the air
Thugs, pistols fingas in the air
If you married to your loot, pistol fingers in the air
Ladies, put your hands in the air
If you got your own money, put your hands in the air
Thugs, pistols fingas in the air
If you married to your loot, pistol fingers in the air

[Verse 1: Viper]
Get 'em, got 'em, everything I got
Fall through clean, trick hard as a rock
G's showin' me much love, and I'm trippin' cause it's so real
Everything is chill, I'm acting ever ill
I'm deep in the game as a n***a just rearrange
Things and change, and it's never lame
See I'm running through the hood, jumpin' over the fence
Cause I'm about to get paid and somebody wanna kill this
Lyricist, gals runnin' after me, but I ain't trippin'
I don't follow purpose so they can't catch me slippin'
That's why I'm never hatin', hard from the duplicating
Still riding on daytons, jumped out the proclamation of
Paper that I wanna see, the industry
Opened up by real ballers and G's
Who came up on the real rap game
Playas who established, and thug life made
[Chorus: Ice LaBell & Viper]
Ladies, put your hands in the air
If you got your own money, put your hands in the air
Thugs, pistols fingas in the air
If you married to your loot, pistol fingers in the air
Ladies, put your hands in the air
If you got your own money, put your hands in the air
Thugs, pistols fingas in the air
If you married to your loot, pistol fingers in the air

[Verse 2: Viper]
What... Where the ladies at?
All the thugs, where ya pistol fingas at?
Where the thugs that's ridin them benzos?
Deep on Lorenzo, slammin' big Lac' do's
Ridin on 4's, ridin in bimmers
Slammin' them Lac's a.k.a holdin leeners
You know how we do, fat wad in the pocket
'Member when the boombox was plugged in the socket?
I see you pullin' out know what, big wad
Hundreds and fifties, oh my lord, oh my lord
Keep gettin' paid, that's what I'mma do
I'm just a young fool with a golden tune
Big playas see the shine, coming from the chest
Diamonds and gold, recognize, get stressed
Like they told me last week, don't be fake
So I'm keepin' the truth to the things I'm talkin mane
[Chorus: Ice LaBell & Viper]
Ladies, put your hands in the air
If you got your own money, put your hands in the air
Thugs, pistols fingas in the air
If you married to your loot, pistol fingers in the air
Ladies, put your hands in the air
If you got your own money, put your hands in the air
Thugs, pistols fingas in the air
If you married to your loot, pistol fingers in the air
Ladies, put your hands in the air
If you got your own money, put your hands in the air
Thugs, pistols fingas in the air
If you married to your loot, pistol fingers in the air
Ladies, put your hands in the air
If you got your own money, put your hands in the air
Thugs, pistols fingas in the air
If you married to your loot, pistol fingers in the air