[Verse 1: Damedot]
Look, bitch, I know you tryna make your pape' (Yeah)
You tellin' me to make it rain, that ain't your place
I swear it must be your ass 'cause it ain't your face
Whole team paid meanin' everything on eight
Pull up to the club, bitches on my dick
But all you hoes gross, fuckin' make me sick
Anyway, I heard you tryna make this tip
So turn around, shake that ass, bitch, for me and the clique

[Verse 2: Peezy]
Three hundred for the jeans, forty for the static
Ninety for the weeks, couple hundred for the jacket
Ball in the club, go crazy out in traffic
I'll buy the whole bag, I don't want it it be taxin'
N***as might sit mе in somethin' candy painted on spinners
Bitchеs probably see me once, I get the face and I'll spin 'em
Strippers love a n***a, you should see they face when I'm tippin'
I'm a thousand there, slap me in the face, bro, I'm trippin'
Blowin' hella thrax, bookin' two eights on the [?]
Doin' sixty up Mack Nickels playin' 2K on a flat
Got a plug in Arizona, give me two days and I'm back
I make it home, it's goin' down, come get 'em two day for a stack
Louis buffies, old Rollie, move oldie on Kobes
Different bitches every night 'cause I ain't goin' home lonely
Everybody with me shinin', I don't fuck with no phonies
We go hard or go home, you n***as goin' home early, come on
[Chorus: Damedot]
Whole Team Eastin' in the club, couple bands all dubs
Turn around, break it down, bitch
I'ma throw a pile, bitch
'Bout to make it rain right now (Bitch)
Whole Team Eastin' in the club, couple bands all dubs
Turn around, break it down, bitch
I'ma throw a pile, bitch
'Bout to make it rain right now (Bitch)

[Verse 3: Damedot]
Just left the scene, these bitches choosin', they just wanna do me
Bitch, excuse me, I don't fuck with groupies, I be makin' movies
I don't care about you hoes groupin', just don't bump into me
I ain't tryna spill this fuckin' Louis all over my Louis
Me and Johnny got a thousand ones, I put that on my mama
Ragin' Dahmer throwin' dollars, just left out of Benihanas
All in double-O countin', throwin' money at the stripers
I keep one hand on my 40, I don't trust none of these n***as
I'ma fuck one of these bitches, we don't cuff none of these bitches
Get the nut off in these bitches, it was luck all these bitches
Give a fuck about these bitches, bossin' up on all these n***as
In the club with all my n***as throwin' dubs at all these bitches
I'm the plug to all these n***as, I show love to all these n***as
But they only wanna front, so I sell drugs to these n***as
Buy a zip, blow it out, we do that in the drought
Where them bad independent bitches at? Point 'em out
[Chorus: Damedot]
Whole Team Eastin' in the club, couple bands all dubs
Turn around, break it down, bitch
I'ma throw a pile, bitch
'Bout to make it rain right now (Bitch)
Whole Team Eastin' in the club, couple bands all dubs
Turn around, break it down, bitch
I'ma throw a pile, bitch
'Bout to make it rain right now (Bitch)

[Verse 4: Babyface Ray]
Bitch don't want shit but diamonds and pearls
She seen me shinin' at the Marvers, now I am her world
Spinnin', get money and spend it
Get work then flip it, I blow purp while sippin'
Bitch, stop playin', you know you fuckin' with a boss
Let me get five bottles, lamb chops and embossers
Yeah, five bands on me, just grabbed them from the loft
And my whole team on, that's why my n***as goin' up (Bitch)
Lean got me tilted, pop Rolls just to spill it
Eyes low, I'm lifted, throwin' money on bitches
Young n***a, hoes know that I'm illegal in this bitch
Pulled a couple bands out and brung a Regal in this bitch
If the bitch bad, then I text 'em, if she bad as fuck, then I hit 'em
Have pussy on my mind when I valeted that rental
I just came to show love, n***as hatin', see 'em mug
Make it rain for you pointers, thirty-pointers in my buffs, bitch
[Chorus: Damedot]
Whole Team Eastin' in the club, couple bands all dubs
Turn around, break it down, bitch
I'ma throw a pile, bitch
'Bout to make it rain right now (Bitch)
Whole Team Eastin' in the club, couple bands all dubs
Turn around, break it down, bitch
I'ma throw a pile, bitch
'Bout to make it rain right now (Bitch)

[Verse 5: Team Eastside Snoop]
Pulled up to the club, shouldn't need a cane
Back from OT, shit, I couldn't even change
Broke my wrist in the kitchen, shit, I couldn't even rain
Fuck trippin' on the ones, though my hundreds bring me change
Catch me in the club, but never see me dance (Never)
Bitches keep lookin' 'cause I'm beefin' with they lands
Throwin' money in the sky like I'm beefin' with my bands
Put knots in my pockets like I'm beefin' with my fans
Ain't it VIP, then I'm probably on stage
It ain't trickin' if you got it, then I'm probably gon' pape'
DJ play my song, then I'm probably gon' stay
If she look like Nunu, then I'm probably gon' skate
Got court in the morning and I'll probably go missing
Say the feds outside, and they probably got pensions
These hoes so fine, but they probably got n***as
Put foreigns on fours, but the Monty on [?]

[Chorus: Damedot]
Whole Team Eastin' in the club, couple bands all dubs
Turn around, break it down, bitch
I'ma throw a pile, bitch
'Bout to make it rain right now (Bitch)
Whole Team Eastin' in the club, couple bands all dubs
Turn around, break it down, bitch
I'ma throw a pile, bitch
'Bout to make it rain right now (Bitch)

[Verse 6]
This Goose got me geeked, ho, why the fuck I lost my mind?
Your bitch love my neck test, that's probably why she keep eyein'
You know I love them freak hoes, that's probably why I keep tryin'
As she say she want a n***a, but is she fuckin' with my mind? (What?)
This kush, it don't lie, bitch, your thraxed down my mind
Order two bottles, love the time, shit, I'm just here to have a good time
40 cals by my line, keep these bitch n***as in line
Bitch, we came here to let shine, [?] line, bitch
Ain't no time to beef with you n***as, I'm just tryna play with these hoes
Ain't no bitch playin' her roles, bitches chose me 'cause I'm froze
OT full of that Rose, True Religion clothes
Black 40 cal match everything I got on
I'm want they bitch 'cause she cold, she know my dick 'cause I'm on
I ain't trickin' on that ho, throw a pile on the floor
Money pile on the floor, bitches pile on the floor
I'm the man, bitch, you know, poppin' bands when I'm on

[Verse 7: Damedot]
Look, bitch, I know you tryna make your pape' (Yeah)
You tellin' me to make it rain, that ain't your place
I swear it must be your ass 'cause it ain't your face
Whole team paid meanin' everything on eight
Pull up to the club, bitches on my dick
But all you hoes gross, fuckin' make me sick
Anyway, I heard you tryna make this tip
So turn around, shake that ass, bitch, for me and the clique