Break It Down

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Damedot] Look, bitch, I know you tryna make your pape' (Yeah) You tellin' me to make it rain, that ain't your place I swear it must be your ass 'cause it ain't your face Whole team paid meanin' everything on eight Pull up to the club, bitches on my dick But all you hoes gross, fuckin' make me sick Anyway, I heard you tryna make this tip So turn around, shake that ass, bitch, for me and the clique [Verse 2: Peezy] Three hundred for the jeans, forty for the static Ninety for the weeks, couple hundred for the jacket Ball in the club, go crazy out in traffic I'll buy the whole bag, I don't want it it be taxin' Niggas might sit mе in somethin' candy painted on spinners Bitchеs probably see me once, I get the face and I'll spin 'em Strippers love a nigga, you should see they face when I'm tippin' I'm a thousand there, slap me in the face, bro, I'm trippin' Blowin' hella thrax, bookin' two eights on the [?] Doin' sixty up Mack Nickels playin' 2K on a flat Got a plug in Arizona, give me two days and I'm back I make it home, it's goin' down, come get 'em two day for a stack Louis buffies, old Rollie, move oldie on Kobes Different bitches every night 'cause I ain't goin' home lonely Everybody with me shinin', I don't fuck with no phonies We go hard or go home, you niggas goin' home early, come on [Chorus: Damedot] Whole Team Eastin' in the club, couple bands all dubs Turn around, break it down, bitch I'ma throw a pile, bitch 'Bout to make it rain right now (Bitch) Whole Team Eastin' in the club, couple bands all dubs Turn around, break it down, bitch I'ma throw a pile, bitch 'Bout to make it rain right now (Bitch) [Verse 3: Damedot] Just left the scene, these bitches choosin', they just wanna do me Bitch, excuse me, I don't fuck with groupies, I be makin' movies I don't care about you hoes groupin', just don't bump into me I ain't tryna spill this fuckin' Louis all over my Louis Me and Johnny got a thousand ones, I put that on my mama Ragin' Dahmer throwin' dollars, just left out of Benihanas All in double-O countin', throwin' money at the stripers I keep one hand on my 40, I don't trust none of these niggas I'ma fuck one of these bitches, we don't cuff none of these bitches Get the nut off in these bitches, it was luck all these bitches Give a fuck about these bitches, bossin' up on all these niggas In the club with all my niggas throwin' dubs at all these bitches I'm the plug to all these niggas, I show love to all these niggas But they only wanna front, so I sell drugs to these niggas Buy a zip, blow it out, we do that in the drought Where them bad independent bitches at? Point 'em out [Chorus: Damedot] Whole Team Eastin' in the club, couple bands all dubs Turn around, break it down, bitch I'ma throw a pile, bitch 'Bout to make it rain right now (Bitch) Whole Team Eastin' in the club, couple bands all dubs Turn around, break it down, bitch I'ma throw a pile, bitch 'Bout to make it rain right now (Bitch) [Verse 4: Babyface Ray] Bitch don't want shit but diamonds and pearls She seen me shinin' at the Marvers, now I am her world Spinnin', get money and spend it Get work then flip it, I blow purp while sippin' Bitch, stop playin', you know you fuckin' with a boss Let me get five bottles, lamb chops and embossers Yeah, five bands on me, just grabbed them from the loft And my whole team on, that's why my niggas goin' up (Bitch) Lean got me tilted, pop Rolls just to spill it Eyes low, I'm lifted, throwin' money on bitches Young nigga, hoes know that I'm illegal in this bitch Pulled a couple bands out and brung a Regal in this bitch If the bitch bad, then I text 'em, if she bad as fuck, then I hit 'em Have pussy on my mind when I valeted that rental I just came to show love, niggas hatin', see 'em mug Make it rain for you pointers, thirty-pointers in my buffs, bitch [Chorus: Damedot] Whole Team Eastin' in the club, couple bands all dubs Turn around, break it down, bitch I'ma throw a pile, bitch 'Bout to make it rain right now (Bitch) Whole Team Eastin' in the club, couple bands all dubs Turn around, break it down, bitch I'ma throw a pile, bitch 'Bout to make it rain right now (Bitch) [Verse 5: Team Eastside Snoop] Pulled up to the club, shouldn't need a cane Back from OT, shit, I couldn't even change Broke my wrist in the kitchen, shit, I couldn't even rain Fuck trippin' on the ones, though my hundreds bring me change Catch me in the club, but never see me dance (Never) Bitches keep lookin' 'cause I'm beefin' with they lands Throwin' money in the sky like I'm beefin' with my bands Put knots in my pockets like I'm beefin' with my fans Ain't it VIP, then I'm probably on stage It ain't trickin' if you got it, then I'm probably gon' pape' DJ play my song, then I'm probably gon' stay If she look like Nunu, then I'm probably gon' skate Got court in the morning and I'll probably go missing Say the feds outside, and they probably got pensions These hoes so fine, but they probably got niggas Put foreigns on fours, but the Monty on [?] [Chorus: Damedot] Whole Team Eastin' in the club, couple bands all dubs Turn around, break it down, bitch I'ma throw a pile, bitch 'Bout to make it rain right now (Bitch) Whole Team Eastin' in the club, couple bands all dubs Turn around, break it down, bitch I'ma throw a pile, bitch 'Bout to make it rain right now (Bitch) [Verse 6] This Goose got me geeked, ho, why the fuck I lost my mind? Your bitch love my neck test, that's probably why she keep eyein' You know I love them freak hoes, that's probably why I keep tryin' As she say she want a nigga, but is she fuckin' with my mind? (What?) This kush, it don't lie, bitch, your thraxed down my mind Order two bottles, love the time, shit, I'm just here to have a good time 40 cals by my line, keep these bitch niggas in line Bitch, we came here to let shine, [?] line, bitch Ain't no time to beef with you niggas, I'm just tryna play with these hoes Ain't no bitch playin' her roles, bitches chose me 'cause I'm froze OT full of that Rose, True Religion clothes Black 40 cal match everything I got on I'm want they bitch 'cause she cold, she know my dick 'cause I'm on I ain't trickin' on that ho, throw a pile on the floor Money pile on the floor, bitches pile on the floor I'm the man, bitch, you know, poppin' bands when I'm on [Verse 7: Damedot] Look, bitch, I know you tryna make your pape' (Yeah) You tellin' me to make it rain, that ain't your place I swear it must be your ass 'cause it ain't your face Whole team paid meanin' everything on eight Pull up to the club, bitches on my dick But all you hoes gross, fuckin' make me sick Anyway, I heard you tryna make this tip So turn around, shake that ass, bitch, for me and the clique