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, niggas 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 niggas 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 bitches know us You getting money, show us Drug money in my pocket and this shit don't fold up Both chains dizzing 'cause of cocaine 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 Fucking ugly niggas' bitches, 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, niggas 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 shitting on niggas at [?] We still go crazy every time we come around A lotta niggas 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, niggas start mugging you But you know I'm strapped like I got a CCW Pay you niggas no mind, I'm straight to the bar All these motherfucking 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 kill me now 'cause I'm 'bout to get rich Your bitch will fuck around and be Doughboy secretary You better know that me and my niggas 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, niggas 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 nigga HBK, yeah the bitch hitter Young slick nigga on that tip nigga So tuck your bitch, nigga I just might hop out and throw the Buffs on You hating nigga get the fuck on You look mad, what the fuck wrong? 'Cause I see Hutch nigga fuck 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 nigga, stop fronting Lay him down, shit nigga fuck it Hop on 4's, then skrt off This bitch 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 bitch 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, niggas 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 bitch pussy Don't push me, blowing kushy You lil niggas pussy Get money, my niggas 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 Fuck you mean I ain't shaking hands? Dead presidents and rubberbands Fuck a couple grand, bitch, 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 niggas so let's get it And I'm high as hell like a dunk on 6s