Made A Killin lyrics

[Chorus: Babyface Ray]
Ghetto boys in the building
It's money falling from the ceiling
Tell the strippers hurry up and come and get it
Rush to the pole, you finna make a killing
I just made a killing
And tonight, I feel like giving
So tell the strippers hurry up, and come get it
Run to the pole, you finna make a killing

[Verse 1: Peezy]
Tonight, I feel like giving, Lou, grab the cars
Two b*tches sitting on my lap, feel like I'm Santa Claus
P.R.P.'s tight as hell, stuff with 7 large
Yeah, b*tch, I been winning, check my cadalogue
Heard in the dressing room, them b*tches laugh at y'all
You ain't eating with your team, you need to pass the ball
Walk straight past the line, no wristbands at all
Just threw a band, and I ain't even took my jacket off
Blue face 41, look like it got a cold
Sparkels on the sprite bottles, I don't buy Patron
Wine glasses for these b*tches, where my styrofome?
Fell asleep in a foreign, how did I get home?
Yeah

[Chorus: Babyface Ray]
Ghetto boys in the building
It's money falling from the ceiling
Tell the strippers hurry up and come and get it
Rush to the pole, you finna make a killing
I just made a killing
And tonight, I feel like giving
So tell the strippers hurry up, and come get it
Run to the pole, you finna make a killing
[Verse 2: Lou Gram]
You can tell I'm getting money, don't ask what's up?
Three [?]
If your n*gga sipping lean, then he got it from us
If it ain't OG, don't pass me the blunt
If you got a problem, we can take it there
n*ggas [?] got an 8 in there
'Bout to shoot to the [?]
[?] high school, [?]
In my lifetime, I done f*cked some bad b*tches
It ain't [?]
[?] all the clubs always f*cking with me
And your favorite stripper b*tch sucking all on me

[Chorus: Babyface Ray]
Ghetto boys in the building
It's money falling from the ceiling
Tell the strippers hurry up and come and get it
Rush to the pole, you finna make a killing
I just made a killing
And tonight, I feel like giving
So tell the strippers hurry up, and come get it
Run to the pole, you finna make a killing

[Verse 3: Team Eastside Snoop]
[?]
I just made a killing with no gunplay
I heard you flew to [?] on a one way
[?] rehab on Sunday
Walk in, they rushing to the pole
90 on a freeway, I rush it to the pros
[?] laundry mat, I'm rushing through [?]
Cuzz say he want [?] rushing to the store
The club ran out of ones
n*ggas talking slick, we ain't ran out of guns
Tryna keep up with them boys, you ran out of funds
Blowing so much loud, I ran out of lungs
b*tch
[Chorus: Babyface Ray]
Ghetto boys in the building
It's money falling from the ceiling
Tell the strippers hurry up and come and get it
Rush to the pole, you finna make a killing
I just made a killing
And tonight, I feel like giving
So tell the strippers hurry up, and come get it
Run to the pole, you finna make a killing