[Intro: Akinyele]
You I'm from New York
And I'm connected with my down south n***as
Here on this year
My n***a Rap Bone came to tear the club up
Yo my n***a Chock came to tear the club up
My n***a Joelle came to tear the club up
And this shit here should get all the thugs up

[Chorus: Akinyele & Rap Bone, Chock & Joelle]
It's for the money makers
What the booty shakers
Yeah my real n***as
And fuck who the playa haters
Yeah the move fakers
Ha the immitaters
Yo this is for who the money makers
Yeah the booty shakers
Ha my real n***as
Yo and fuck who the playa haters
Yeah the move fakers
And the motherfucking immitaters

[Verse 1: Rap Bone]
Now where I'm from these n***as don't pimp their [?]
Nautica shirts, game hats and nice sweats
And little n***as got through the mall like packs of wild animals
Anticipating the showdown
In my town, pretty [?] bitches get fucked
Then they stock just drop
They props go bankrupt
So tell me who's pimping heartless
From Jacksonville to Charlotte
I got some [?] goddesses
On our twenty, many
A late lonely night
We coming back from some hype shit
Like FreakNik
Possibly Daytona
Chilling with hook dogs
Smelling the aroma
Drinking wine, from 1989
I'm blinding in the dinette set
And let the sunlight shine
Making vows to remain forever tight
Throughout all space and time
So from here to 19 ninety something
My word is as money
I hate to hear my real n***as hungry
So I'm going to represent with my shit
And hit the public
All types of angles
Strangling n***as
With electric car wire
And calling out the frauds like we fucking on fire
[Chorus: Akinyele & Rap Bone, Chock & Joelle]
Ha, hey yo
This shit here is for the money makers
Yeah the booty shakers
Yeah my real n***as the real n***as
And fuck who the playa haters
Yeah the move fakers
Ha the immitaters
Yo this is for who the money makers
Yeah the booty shakers
Yeah my real n***as the real n***as
Yo and fuck who the playa haters
Yeah the move fakers
And the motherfucking immitaters

[Verse 2: Chock]
Now most chicks get they back blown
When I let my act roll
Conference on a track phone
With Ak, Chock and Rap Bone
Joelle will pack chrome
All through your back zone
And I'm no thug
But will still aim at your black dome
And bust you
In a Honda or if I need to Augusta
You bet we going to get crunk
We pressure in a trunk
When I catch second hand from your dank
When you flame your skunk
Then take all your bank in the game we tunk
I'm drunk, I guzzle VS, in a bubble GS
All chrome double BS
So on top look like a brother with DS
Down Syndrome
But if you want to find me come around wisdom
How do I say this kindly
You a clown kid son
And you need a check up so go get a papshmere
And if stripped to my wear
I'd have two gats bare
Only a few cats clear
On how I do that there
[Verse 3: Joelle]
I wreck yous down like molecules
When I play them fools
I'm just that little nasty n***a
With the ladies sneaking on the jewels
The voice is calm
But my words are strong
Like hurricanes
I might spit
A little cum shit
But it won't stop me from doing my thang
I maintain
When I slangs
From my native land
Upstate South Cleve West Anderson
It's unexpected
They expect it just the same
Just get in line
Like Carolina's in the [?]
We can't be wrong
Growing up down here
You didn't worry about no ride or no high priced gear
You got to boogy say boogy
Rode in like a champ
Wearing fake gold chain and no shirt is how we pimp
On all sides
The north south east and the west
To n***as got keys got pain got fresh
Fresh went to dope
And dope went to fat
Next thing you know the fools are busting all the gats
Except the parts
So you had to deal before dark
Smoking weed in the club
They don't dance they just just party
Drinking cold malt liquor
Country ass n***as
Booty shaking
To make them asses move quicker
I picture that
We dirty like floor mats
Ride in the sports coupes big jeeps fly
[Chorus: Akinyele & Rap Bone, Chock & Joelle]
Yo, this is for the money makers
Yeah the booty shakers
Yeah my real n***as the real n***as
And fuck who the playa haters
Yeah the move fakers
Yeah the immitaters
Ha this is for who the money makers
Yeah the booty shakers
Ha my real n***as
Yo and fuck who the playa haters
Yeah the move fakers
And the motherfucking immitaters

[Verse 4: Akinyele]
Ha I go down south to bust a nut
On a down south slut
Look her in the face and tell the chick "Girl, I want to fuck"
She be like "Shiiit"
There Ak-nel go with that New York diiick
Here, take a liiick
I beginning grinning
Cause I'm ready to hit it off
[?]
Point to the light
She be like
I going to go flick it up
I'm gorilla like King Kong
While you n***as is little monkeys like Mighty Joe Young
Out of town I know crackers with correct ID
In other words I95 is where you find me
And buy guns from me
In exchange for crack
Road maps
Got me transporting gats
From the north
And the south tackle that
Bringing it back
To my New York money makers
Who smoke a lot and get high like sky scrapers
Down south I know girls who straight want to rape us
My n***as Rap Bone and Chock here to videotape us
My n***a Joelle got some bitches flying in from Jamaica
I got some girls in L.A. who play like the Lakers
Shiiiiiit
Because Hoes'R'Us
Everywhere we go, mad love they show us
Even girls who don't know us
Want to suck our dicks for us

[Chorus: Akinyele & Rap Bone, Chock & Joelle]
We're the the money makers
Ha the booty shakers
Yeah my real n***as the real n***as
And fuck who the playa haters
Yeah the move fakers
Ha the immitaters
Yo this is for who the money makers
Yeah the booty shakers
Yeah my real n***as the real n***as
And fuck who the playa haters
Yeah the move fakers
And the motherfucking immitaters