Lyrics

Up North, Gain Greene Mall G, Biggavel' (We back at it baby) Lemme spit my New York shit for a minute Holla at ya boy, uh [Hook: Max B] I'm like Oww, Oww, Oww My niggas get down, down I'm totin' the pound, pound, we'll run in your house Oww, Oww, Oww Niggas get low when we come around (Yall Get Low) We got them cannons for them niggas think they handlin' the crew (Crew?) Look what you made me do (Look what you made me do) These niggas is player hatin', I think I know why (know why) Oww [Verse 1: Max B] Instead of giving it all up, I only gave up a lil' piece He street, Bigga he manufique Every man he meet, say what's up to, my niggas gets the groupin' out (Out) These bitches I can loop 'em out But I choose not, make 'em work hard, just to be my number one "Maxy won't you come and be my mamma, son Hold my hand and walk up the alter", "Bitch stop ya fantasies" She never really understanded me When I ran to re off at Broadway, slaws say I got the forte Only fuck 'em in short stays Cause it run cheaper for a quick one, 60 of the Grand Creezly And I told the bitch to sip some Hit some of this, it'll get you wavey where you need to be Every chick that see me, want a piece of me, each of me Every Gain Greene nigga I fucks with, got me You niggas all weak and all sloppy Oww [Hook: Max B] I'm like Oww, Oww, Oww My niggas get down, down I'm totin' the pound, pound, we'll run in your mound Oww, Oww, Oww Niggas get low when we come around (lock and load) We got them cannons for them niggas think they handlin' the crew (crew?) Look what you made me do (Look what you made me do) These niggas is player-hatin', I think I know why (I know why) Oww [Verse 2: Mall G] Moneyy I can spin 'em around just like a cielin' fan Feel me man, finna my grind movin' these kilograms We gettin' money boy, you just talkin' middleman Stretch the work long and leave it stepped on like stairwells Soon as it touches my hands, I be like "Farewell" When the beef come around, niggas turn the scarecrows Weirdos, pants saggin', hoppin' outta Lambos Tech 9s and airholes, man yo I don't really think that they can handle, the mashin', thrashin' I'm brutal with this Mac 10, black Cadillacin' Big money stackin', bladin', trappin' Hoes in the Days Inn, oh I'm so amazin' [Hook: Max B] I'm like Oww, Oww, Oww My niggas get down, down I'm totin' the pound, pound, we'll run in your mound Oww, Oww, Oww Niggas get low when we come around We got them cannons for them niggas think they handlin' the crew Look what you made me do (Look what you made me do) These niggas is player-hatin', I think I know why Oww [Verse 3: Nitty 3] If she let me, best believe I'm a fuck her All the bitches say "Nitty, you's a muhfucka" Cause I don't buy 'em shit, find ya ass another sucka Cause we pimpin' hard around this muhfucka And you slippin' Who ever said it was hard for a pimp lied Look at my shoes man, the ostriches, they just died I got flavor, mix the Maury with the alligators Red and green guts mixed on the escalator Fuck about it bitch, my money more paper How you think you walk around, pockets all caked up 40 thousand dollar jewlery, niggas all draped up (draped up) Draped up [Verse 4: T.P.] Talkin' with the Mac 10, hop up in a black Benz Smokin', hopin' no one seen what happened 100 to the lawyers, I ain't goin' back in Ain't goin' for no flim-flam, call me the Hook Man This be your bitch or even the right hand Hoes yeah they fear me, to them I'm like the Son of Sam Matchin' for my rations, fulfill her every passion For money I'm a madman, she better bring my cash and God sits on my shoulder so you know I gotta have it Rockin' loose diamonds, flawless karats Pull up in a Bentley, oh how they resent me Leavin' with' ya favorite bitch, put her ass on Craigslist Turn her on to breakin' tricks, teach her how to get a tip Pimp and quick to fix her lip, always stickin' to the script Feds mad they caught me with G's and a scale Thought I sold drugs but it was just to weigh a mill [Hook: Max B] I'm like Oww, Oww, Oww My niggas get down, down I'm totin' the pound, pound, we'll run in your mound Oww, Oww, Oww Niggas get low when we come around (lock and load) We got them cannons for them niggas think they handlin' the crew (crew?) Look what you made me do (Look what you made me do) These niggas is player-hatin', I think I know why (I know why) Oww