Max B:
Gain Greene, UpNorth Records
Max Biggavel', T.P.

Oh this big pimpin' baby

Verse 1

Max B:
5-Star telle?, $#&@ that, I don't need that %#@!
Short stay, never did the foreplay

Never kiss a (*##$ nowadays kuz it's risky
Groupies after shows, screamin' "Bigga, pick me"
Gimme dick B, I can come to court, why you on your trial, just thinki

I can hold it down while you not around
It's been a minute baby girl since we last $#&@ed
You was third string, and I was down with Byrdgang

Now I'm a Gain Greene Boss in my element
Pimp the younga (*##$es for the hell of it, Bigga sellin' it
!@%&, these (*##$es be on me

Daddy I luv the stay, don't ever leave me lonely
Only ^!$$% at the slumber party in a bathrobe
No draws under, I'm Big Brutha Thunda

Baby I wonder, why ya bed so good
Why ya head so good, good, (uh)
Baby I wonder


Hook
Max B:

We wake up and $#&@ every morning
And money got a ^!$$% feeling good
I cops me plenty dick sucks when I'm tourin', ohhhh

Kuz #~!!@ got a ^!$$% feeling good, girrrrrrrlll

Verse 2

French Montana:
Baby I could help you hit the top, put ya mind to it
You know I make magic happen like Rashard Lewis

And she know that, ya know I luv my ^!$$%z but where the hoes at
Get me in the mood, we'll get you in the groove
Montana baby, we got the city lock

Willie Hutch, crunch time, hit the clutch, and shorty know it
They know my pimp game's like a poet
Harmonize in ya ear, chain ice crystal clear

You ain't hear nuthin' this hot, a long while
About to tilt the world, my ^!$$% gon' get off trial
Somehow, always find a way out the crack hole

Try to take it easy, tryna stay out that black hole
Ty Black, hot city banger, E, duffle bags Young Los
!@&@e Wave Gang homie plus many more

We $#&@ plenty !@^%s
I ain't wanna finish his career, he was beggin' for it


Hook
Max B:
We wake up and $#&@ every morning

And money got a ^!$$% feeling good
I cops me plenty dick sucks when I'm tourin', ohhhh
Kuz #~!!@ got a ^!$$% feeling good, girrrrrrrlll


Verse 3
T.P.:

The boy gets lots of pape, scoop ya (*##$, be on my way
Hold ya lips, the clips'll spray, bullets in and out the K
I ain't got time to play, stash is safe to flip a case

Call my place the #~!!@ Place, got a few in your state
I made the way for brighter days, my mind is on a disarray
For Dom I lay Dolce, Gucci shoes, they stingray

Watch as Max swim away, I think God blessed me with some haze
Endowed wit' a lotta game and neither one you gotta blame
Get this that girl time, wish me death if I'm lying

Sleepin' with the enemy, she can't be no friend to me
Know you need more her clothes, daddy need a Bentley
Girl we can do this fast, forget ya pass, make it last

Smile and flirt, work ya hips, show some tits, pop ya $$#
Blow a kiss at every car, show 'em you a track star
Pimps and hoes, to black cards, money never runs out

Recession proof, never drought, infinite cash routes

Hook
Max B:
We wake up and $#&@ every morning

And money got a ^!$$% feeling good
I cops me plenty dick sucks when I'm tourin', ohhhh
Kuz #~!!@ got a ^!$$% feeling good,