Yeah!
Get 'em Buck!
Okay! I'm reloaded, my bankroll swole, and a n**** can't fold it
I got 'em like hey! Got 'em rollin'
The kush on the way, and the champagne frozen
Watch me do my thang; I got these hos open
I'm ridin' presidential like the s*** that I'm smokin'
Water wit' the work, Patron on my shirt
And a zip ain't s***; I need a quarter p of Purp
Gon' break it down, pass it all around
I can serve Whitney Houston and Bobby Brown
Them dope boys in this b****, like let me buy that
Broke n***** in this b****, like let me try that
I need a beat in the b****; let me call Polow
Mr. Tennakey, I still get 'em for the low though
Shawty, light up the dro; I ain't ready to go
Can't ban me from the radio or f*** up my show, you know
[Chorus]
Haters tryin' to ban a n**** mayne (It's okay!)
I bounce back; watch me do my thang (It's okay!)
I got my Chevy hoggin' up the lane (It's okay!)
I'm a boss; I can make it rain (It's okay!)
Now get buck, b**** (Watch me do the d*** thang)
Get buck, b**** (Watch me do the d*** thang)
Get buck, b**** (Watch me do the d*** thang)
Get buck, b**** (Watch me do the d*** thang)
Get buck, b**** (Watch me do the d*** thang)
Get buck, b**** (Watch me do the d*** thang)
Get buck, b**** (Watch me do the d*** thang)
Get buck, b**** (Watch me do the d*** thang)
Let's play the game; I'm the quarterback; don't stop, homey
I go to jail if I get sacked, so block for me
Eight ball in my corner pocket; it's on and poppin'
Got the whole club leanin' wit' it, and body rockin'
Drunk drivin' in my Cut, dawg; I got my truck parked
Seventy Two Tennessee t**an, like what up y'all?
I'm home, boy, holla at ya homeboy
Better come quick; once I get it then it's gone, boy
First come, first serve; f*** what ya heard
I'm piecin' out my pack till I come up on a bird
Blow the smoke out my nose, pimpin' on these hos
They know me at the bank, love me at the jewelry stores
I play it how it goes; the b***erfly doors
On them old school vogues with the chrome on the toes
These f*** n***** know that I will let it go
(I bet he got a vest) no, but I got my tech though
[Chorus]
Yeah, you know what it is
How we do the d*** thang down here
n****, what you workin' with?
Yeah, hey, my n****
Now don't be in the club throwin' ya rent money
Be broke in the mornin'
Have us laughin' at ya broke a**
Yeah, where my dope boys at?
Yeah, shawty, I see you!
Now pick up that god d*** money!
Hey! Let's go!
Get 'em Buck!
Okay! I'm reloaded, my bankroll swole, and a n**** can't fold it
I got 'em like hey! Got 'em rollin'
The kush on the way, and the champagne frozen
Watch me do my thang; I got these hos open
I'm ridin' presidential like the s*** that I'm smokin'
Water wit' the work, Patron on my shirt
And a zip ain't s***; I need a quarter p of Purp
Gon' break it down, pass it all around
I can serve Whitney Houston and Bobby Brown
Them dope boys in this b****, like let me buy that
Broke n***** in this b****, like let me try that
I need a beat in the b****; let me call Polow
Mr. Tennakey, I still get 'em for the low though
Shawty, light up the dro; I ain't ready to go
Can't ban me from the radio or f*** up my show, you know
[Chorus]
Haters tryin' to ban a n**** mayne (It's okay!)
I bounce back; watch me do my thang (It's okay!)
I got my Chevy hoggin' up the lane (It's okay!)
I'm a boss; I can make it rain (It's okay!)
Now get buck, b**** (Watch me do the d*** thang)
Get buck, b**** (Watch me do the d*** thang)
Get buck, b**** (Watch me do the d*** thang)
Get buck, b**** (Watch me do the d*** thang)
Get buck, b**** (Watch me do the d*** thang)
Get buck, b**** (Watch me do the d*** thang)
Get buck, b**** (Watch me do the d*** thang)
Get buck, b**** (Watch me do the d*** thang)
Let's play the game; I'm the quarterback; don't stop, homey
I go to jail if I get sacked, so block for me
Eight ball in my corner pocket; it's on and poppin'
Got the whole club leanin' wit' it, and body rockin'
Drunk drivin' in my Cut, dawg; I got my truck parked
Seventy Two Tennessee t**an, like what up y'all?
I'm home, boy, holla at ya homeboy
Better come quick; once I get it then it's gone, boy
First come, first serve; f*** what ya heard
I'm piecin' out my pack till I come up on a bird
Blow the smoke out my nose, pimpin' on these hos
They know me at the bank, love me at the jewelry stores
I play it how it goes; the b***erfly doors
On them old school vogues with the chrome on the toes
These f*** n***** know that I will let it go
(I bet he got a vest) no, but I got my tech though
[Chorus]
Yeah, you know what it is
How we do the d*** thang down here
n****, what you workin' with?
Yeah, hey, my n****
Now don't be in the club throwin' ya rent money
Be broke in the mornin'
Have us laughin' at ya broke a**
Yeah, where my dope boys at?
Yeah, shawty, I see you!
Now pick up that god d*** money!
Hey! Let's go!