Uh-huh, uh-huh, Absolut in the house Now, I'm a start it off first by pouring a drink It's your boy Money-B, yeah, I'm fucking with Binc We getting high, all fly chicks trying to be down Vacate bitch like a watery clown (Now, I'm a) Smoke in your face, got a gun on my waist I got my dick in my hand, bitch, come get a taste Give it a few laps like you're running a race Bite, you get slapped, yeah, I come from a place Run with a young ape, put a hoe on the track And most joints just be silver and black Where they sharp as a tack, if you're dummy it's better If you see one of these shoe players, you'll finally get better (Now, I'm a) Recognise, step to the left Come with that weak shit, I'm a choke you to death I drink, Binc hit the weed to choke you death When I fuck you from behind I'm a choke you to death! Let us in the club! We gon' get in and you know we need it T-shirts and jeans and no collars needed Money B and Binc! Got the rubbers in the club, we choosing We going dumb and we getting stupid Let us in the club! We gon' get it and you know we need it T-shirts and jeans and no collars needed Money B and Binc! Got whoever's in the club we choosing We going dumb and we getting stupid Ayyy! I hand it to you and you hand it back I don't give a fuck bitch if it's Mickey's or Yac It's the Bay OG and Binc on the attack He's sipping vodka and I'm a be sipping Jack I'm taking evasive action on the hate I gotta spit on this track, got things to say I'm drunk, and I wanna split with you It's Binc so hurry and tell me what it do Girl, what the fuck you talking 'bout you ain't a ho You know what's up so get your keys and shit, it's time to go I do my thing from Brentwood to Buffalo I fuck bad hoes, you cupcake and cuddle those I got umbrellas, you with your coat, you wiping puddles up I knock the fattest bitch in the club so I can bubble up It's Money B and Binc Let us in the club! We gon' get in and you know we need it T-shirts and jeans and no collars needed Money B and Binc! Got the rubbers in the club, we choosing We going dumb and we getting stupid Let us in the club! We gon' get it and you know we need it T-shirts and jeans and no collars needed Money B and Binc! Got whoever's in the club we choosing We going dumb and we getting stupid B-I-N-C, that B-I-N-C, that's Binc That's northern California, Money B Binc-ky, young Binc Big dick playing all you dumb ass hoes Yo, where the crib at, we do it like dat! Ayyy! Now, I'm a! Haha! Haha