Holla 504 Boyz (Ft. Curren$y, Krazy, Master P, Mr. Magic & T-Bo)

[Hook](Master P) &[Krazy]
(Them boys on that block holla) Whoop Whoop
(Them girls that got it hot holla) Whoop Whoop
(If you runnin' from the cops holla) Whoop Whoop
[Holla] Whoop Whoop [Holla] Whoop Whoop

[Master P]
Call me the trash man cause I put it up in bags
Whodi owe me money, I'mma bust his fuckin' ass
I'm allergic to Dr. Pepper so pass the Dr. Fishner
Hit me on the 2Way whodi I get witcha
Put in on the stove bake it like a pie
Take it to the hood slang it for 16-5
When niggas snortin' that boy they be passin' that girl
Wrap it up in ziplock, bag it up as furl
Send money to the pen, Mac & C be home soon
Bitches start snitchin' I'mma send 'em to the moon
I can sell a ho a dream, front a hustla weight
I could never fall off I'm the GHETTO BILL GATES!!

[Hook]

[Curren$y]
These little niggas can't take it anymore
I push thru the club iced out low key wit my P.Miller velour
Hoes breakin' down the doors uhn
Because the 504 Boyz here, they can't wait til' we get on
It's Curren$y the muthafuckin' rookie of the year
This ain't the WNBA ain't no pussy's over here
Yeah I'm makin' figgas fuckin' wit the Ghetto Bill
In a truck wit some rims that's bigger than ferris wheels holla