Made A Killin

Lyrics

[Chorus: Babyface Ray] Ghetto boys in the building It's money falling from the ceiling Tell the strippers hurry up and come and get it Rush to the pole, you finna make a killing I just made a killing And tonight, I feel like giving So tell the strippers hurry up, and come get it Run to the pole, you finna make a killing [Verse 1: Peezy] Tonight, I feel like giving, Lou, grab the cars Two bitches sitting on my lap, feel like I'm Santa Claus P.R.P.'s tight as hell, stuff with 7 large Yeah, bitch, I been winning, check my cadalogue Heard in the dressing room, them bitches laugh at y'all You ain't eating with your team, you need to pass the ball Walk straight past the line, no wristbands at all Just threw a band, and I ain't even took my jacket off Blue face 41, look like it got a cold Sparkels on the sprite bottles, I don't buy Patron Wine glasses for these bitches, where my styrofome? Fell asleep in a foreign, how did I get home? Yeah [Chorus: Babyface Ray] Ghetto boys in the building It's money falling from the ceiling Tell the strippers hurry up and come and get it Rush to the pole, you finna make a killing I just made a killing And tonight, I feel like giving So tell the strippers hurry up, and come get it Run to the pole, you finna make a killing [Verse 2: Lou Gram] You can tell I'm getting money, don't ask what's up? Three [?] If your nigga sipping lean, then he got it from us If it ain't OG, don't pass me the blunt If you got a problem, we can take it there Niggas [?] got an 8 in there 'Bout to shoot to the [?] [?] high school, [?] In my lifetime, I done fucked some bad bitches It ain't [?] [?] all the clubs always fucking with me And your favorite stripper bitch sucking all on me [Chorus: Babyface Ray] Ghetto boys in the building It's money falling from the ceiling Tell the strippers hurry up and come and get it Rush to the pole, you finna make a killing I just made a killing And tonight, I feel like giving So tell the strippers hurry up, and come get it Run to the pole, you finna make a killing [Verse 3: Team Eastside Snoop] [?] I just made a killing with no gunplay I heard you flew to [?] on a one way [?] rehab on Sunday Walk in, they rushing to the pole 90 on a freeway, I rush it to the pros [?] laundry mat, I'm rushing through [?] Cuzz say he want [?] rushing to the store The club ran out of ones Niggas talking slick, we ain't ran out of guns Tryna keep up with them boys, you ran out of funds Blowing so much loud, I ran out of lungs Bitch [Chorus: Babyface Ray] Ghetto boys in the building It's money falling from the ceiling Tell the strippers hurry up and come and get it Rush to the pole, you finna make a killing I just made a killing And tonight, I feel like giving So tell the strippers hurry up, and come get it Run to the pole, you finna make a killing