Lyrics:
Max B

a stick up bitch gimmi jewls and dnt u move a muscle aint ready for the flossin from harlem to boston wat you nikkas watchin owww gtta semi for a nikka that b

[Starts off with the beat of Jadakiss': "Letter To B.I.G.".] [Intro:] Uh! What's good my nigga? Feel I write you a lil' kype! Let you know what's going

Max B] Let's get it You ain't ready for this shit sexy That techno shit (disco) French! This a whole notha loop her babe [Verse 1: Max B] Stacks in the

Yeah Listen lil' mama, I got what you need Them lil' diamonds, they glisten the timin' on my sleeve Finna run a couple of Gs, maybe 9 to 10 I done lost

the pipe, mami she like it, she psychic And she like to play on the Sidekick A guarantee you gon' like this I ain't bitin' my tongue, yeah I said it, Max

roll the smoke, hit the DJ, tell him play some Max B Could do a couple million if ya ask me Actually, I'm intact with my faculty Max in back of me in

did 16000, these niggaz in the red with me Fuck you sue me, know we ridin' Hey Al Pac, what's good baby Menace from Lennox, fuck with' ya boy Max Biggavel

chain I leave you holly in the cheese lane holly molly go fuck your plea your chain for the better max do it for your boy you was riding in the jetta max

They lovin' it, worldwide Boss Don, PD5 [Chorus:] You niggaz don't want me to shine, these niggaz don't want me to grind I'm, about my money nigga These