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 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?/. 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