Get Money Bum Big Quis (Ft. Doughboy Scooch & Payroll Giovanni)

[Chorus: Big Quis]
Ten bands in my hands, doing the [?] dance
I love being a nigga that haters can't stand
Most of these dudes just cool, trust me, we ain't friends
So yes, I would fuck your bitch, if you ain't my main man

[Verse 1: Big Quis]
Krispy
Diamonds gloing, all these hoes on my groin
It's my year
Getting head while I stear, on the way home dodging [?]
Chandelier on my abbs, I'm putting the hood on the map
These bitches ain't scared of Jason, because they all let me stab
Got the strap on my lap, and got [?] watching over me
Don't trust none of you niggas, so be cairful aproaching me
People notice me everywhere, that be having me [?]
Don't know what they be on, [?]
Get more ass than a toilet, and got more hate than the [?]
How the hell you from Michigan, and you don't [?]?
I'm the king of shit talking, it's either me or Fat Mike
These bitches stalking, and [?] give them a chance if they act right
Jewelry shine at night, [?] fuck up your eye soket
I'm the man, they call me Mr. Pull Down Your Wife's Stockings
Thought I had no bread left, [?] one in my right pocket
We got these haters sick, watch out, 'cause they might vomit