The Crowd Goes Wild

[Hook: Payroll Giovanni]
My team still winning every time we come around
Pull up to the club with the 'Vette top down
And the crowd goes wild
And the crowd goes wild
I'm in the club chain swinging, niggas mug, hoes smile
Jumped on stage and I threw my whole pile
And the crowd goes wild
And the crowd goes wild

[Verse 1: Payroll Giovanni]
Pull up to the club niggas looking scarred
Hoes like 'damn girl, is that his car?'
See I been getting money for a lil long time
Kept that A1 work, so I kept a long line
When the Hot Boys broke up, I was baggin' coke up
So Friday we can show up in Armani with the doors up
These bad bitches know us
You getting money, show us
Drug money in my pocket and this shit don't fold up
Both chains dizzing 'cause of cocaine missions
Fall up in the bar, now I'm Rose sipping
We been getting money, been tearing up the streets
We ain't talking on these songs, you better check the rap sheet
In high school framed up, the crowd went wild
When Chaz threw his doors up, the crowd went wild
Fucking ugly niggas' bitches, the crowd went wild
E'lade on 6's, the crowd went wild

[Hook: Payroll Giovanni]
My team still winning every time we come around
Pull up to the club with the 'Vette top down
And the crowd goes wild
And the crowd goes wild
I'm in the club chain swinging, niggas mug, hoes smile
Jumped on stage and I threw my whole pile
And the crowd goes wild
And the crowd goes wild

[Verse 2: Doughboy Roc]
I make money, I blow money throw it in the crowd
17, we was shitting on niggas at [?]
We still go crazy every time we come around
A lotta niggas smiles seem to always turn to frowns
It's crazy when you pull up the club, women loving you
'Cause you in a all black on black BMW
Hoes start hugging you, niggas start mugging you
But you know I'm strapped like I got a CCW
Pay you niggas no mind, I'm straight to the bar
All these motherfucking bottles coulda bought a used car
And when I'm drunk enough, you know I'm hopping on stage
Bouncers let me do my thang 'cause they know that I'm paid
I can say it in your eyes, I know you sick
Y'all better kill me now 'cause I'm 'bout to get rich
Your bitch will fuck around and be Doughboy secretary
You better know that me and my niggas legendary

[Hook: Payroll Giovanni]
My team still winning every time we come around
Pull up to the club with the 'Vette top down
And the crowd goes wild
And the crowd goes wild
I'm in the club chain swinging, niggas mug, hoes smile
Jumped on stage and I threw my whole pile
And the crowd goes wild
And the crowd goes wild

[Verse 3: Kiddo]
I got these hoes going crazy at the club
Pulled up, they on my dick like I'm Jay Z at the club
It ain't Jigga, it's the rich nigga
HBK, yeah the bitch hitter
Young slick nigga on that tip nigga
So tuck your bitch, nigga
I just might hop out and throw the Buffs on
You hating nigga get the fuck on
You look mad, what the fuck wrong?
'Cause I see Hutch nigga fuck chrome
Your girl loving my style
Pulling up the crowd going wild
Watching Blow with the top down
I'm drunk off Moet, [?] Crystal
Now watch me do my thang
Making it rain while you look lame
I see your main watching our chains
Now me and A 'bout to get brain
Run up, he gon' start busting [?] end of discussion
You ain't no goon nigga, stop fronting
Lay him down, shit nigga fuck it
Hop on 4's, then skrt off
This bitch in the back with her skirt off
Tatted up and my shirt off
Now to the hood to get the work off
Hop on 4's, then skrt off
This bitch in the back with her skirt off
Tatted up and my shirt off
Now to the hood to get the work off

[Hook: Payroll Giovanni]
My team still winning every time we come around
Pull up to the club with the 'Vette top down
And the crowd goes wild
And the crowd goes wild
I'm in the club chain swinging, niggas mug, hoes smile
Jumped on stage and I threw my whole pile
And the crowd goes wild
And the crowd goes wild

[Verse 4: Dre Armani]
All about the green like I was Celtics fan
[?] on the hooptie smelling like a ceiling fan
Paint wet like a bitch pussy
Don't push me, blowing kushy
You lil niggas pussy
Get money, my niggas go hard
And if I ever fall off I cop a 8th of hard
Hoes love the way the Tru's sag
Hit the set and we drop cash
Hit Neimans and I pop tags
Got goons and they tote Mac's
Back, back if you ain't my mans
Fuck you mean I ain't shaking hands?
Dead presidents and rubberbands
Fuck a couple grand, bitch, I'm tryna get a million
When the Doughboyz go crazy watch the hoes go wild
Me and Quis saying hi and we blowing on that loud
Rich niggas so let's get it
And I'm high as hell like a dunk on 6s