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Intro: Yo, turn me up Verse 1 [Foxy] : What ya'll
know bout bangin' out?/ Till there's nothin' left
stash box mag 4s all up in the dashboards/ Look,
ya'll think we get this cash for?/ We gon' front
till we die/ Throw that money in the sky homie/ I
rock them Louis' ya'll know already/ But it's
necessary I style in Burberry/ Young Fox I run
hip-hop/ Niggas know them hits won't stop bet them
clips will pop/ Bet I be in that big body Rover/
Frontin' hard in the squad L-V on them loafers/
I'm an ill bitch I styles like I'm supposed to/
Niggas in the pen gettin' right off my posters/ In
the pearl white hatch back got my swagger back and
I don't know how to act nigga/ My groove is on my
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team is strong/ Hey yo Gav please bring them
motherfuckin' horns in Chorus [Young Gavin] : This
is what we came to do/ Gettin' money playboy we
ain't playin' wit' you/ Who the one that got the
streets on lock/ Somebody better call the cops/
What we doin' huh?/ [Sung] We makin' it/ Fever
hit/ Ya'll know it's Fox/ She keeps it hot Verse 2
[Foxy] : And I bring it to bitches for real/
Special delivery/ Five years strong and they still
tryin' to get rid of me/ But I'm still here
niggas/ I do this for Gav to keep them young boys
runnin' through the ave/ Have the team lookin'
good I be's in the hood/ Dubs on the wheels and Bs
on the hood/ Pop 50 bottles/ halo to Hollywood/
I'm so gutter Acki sweat suit with the hood/ Might
flip it on these bitches and throw on the Plein
Sud/ Wit a real good shoot lookin' real fuckin'
good/ Start our her label, she'll never be able/
Now I styles on niggas and I turn the tables/ Now
meetings with Kev and Lyor at the round table/ In
a three-quarter butter brown Sable/ Ya'll niggas
hustlin' deals and I'm still on the grind/ Tryin'
to appeal still beatin' Russell for mils (Chorus
[Young Gavin]
Verse 3 [Foxy] : Irate the weak movin' a brick in
half a week/ And it's hard to eat in these
Brooklyn streets/ The truth is you bitches only
live in a booth/ I move big sixty deuce that's
Prada goose nigga/ Throw our money out our prowler
roof I'm about to tightin' the noose they talkin'
loose/ Man, me and Gav in them Lacs, Tyson's bout
to get them belts back/ Brooklyn's back nigga
Lyrics: We Makin' it, Foxy Brown [end]