Nigga We Got Doe Let It Go Max B (Ft. Al Pac)

[Intro: Max B]
Right
You ain't gettin' no money
Lemme tell y'all sum different
We dem boys man
Know we got Harlem all in a frenzy
It's yo' boy Boss Don Biggavel baby
Got the boy Al Pac with me
Gain Greene, let's go, uh uh

[Chorus: Max B]
Chyeah, nigga we got doe (Doe, chyeah)
Nigga we got hoes (Hoes)
Gain Greene our style (Style)
Biggaveli, Al Pac (Al Pac)
You niggas hatin' on me cuz we so hot (Hot)
Got a hooker for your wife in your seat blows cock (Cock)
We only going hard when we go pop (Pop)
It's time to let 'em have it, so let it go (Let it go)

[Verse 1: Max B]
Look at 'em anyway
Bet the people wanna see
This nigga thought it was him, but the people wanted me
They asking me Biggavel, when is the album coming?
I tell them, when this motherfucker Jimmy get off his stomach
He was getting fucked like a little bitch in the rear end
No matter how loud he screams, nobody seems to hear him
I can't really spare him
Nigga just wanna get him for his jewelry
Baby I need it, look what you do to me
Rub a nigga down with some baby oil
Put you up in the Jag, Carrera, Mercedes, or Caddy truck
Come and fuck with daddy slut
Imma treat you hood
Fresh out of jail
Don't he make it feel good?
Got a nigga shit, give it early day (Day nigga)
Watch this nigga career come to halt like emergency brake
I got emergency cake, and I'll never spend it
Lil' fucker disrespcectin', I feel offended (Feel offended, uh)