Break It Down lyrics

[Verse 1: Damedot]
Look, b*tch, 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, b*tches on my di*k
But all you hoes gross, f*ckin' make me sick
Anyway, I heard you tryna make this tip
So turn around, shake that ass, b*tch, 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*ggas might sit mе in somethin' candy painted on spinners
b*tchеs probably see me once, I get the face and I'll spin 'em
Strippers love a n*gga, 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 b*tches every night 'cause I ain't goin' home lonely
Everybody with me shinin', I don't f*ck with no phonies
We go hard or go home, you n*ggas goin' home early, come on
[Chorus: Damedot]
Whole Team Eastin' in the club, couple bands all dubs
Turn around, break it down, b*tch
I'ma throw a pile, b*tch
'Bout to make it rain right now (b*tch)
Whole Team Eastin' in the club, couple bands all dubs
Turn around, break it down, b*tch
I'ma throw a pile, b*tch
'Bout to make it rain right now (b*tch)

[Verse 3: Damedot]
Just left the scene, these b*tches choosin', they just wanna do me
b*tch, excuse me, I don't f*ck 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 f*ckin' 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*ggas
I'ma f*ck one of these b*tches, we don't cuff none of these b*tches
Get the nut off in these b*tches, it was luck all these b*tches
Give a f*ck about these b*tches, bossin' up on all these n*ggas
In the club with all my n*ggas throwin' dubs at all these b*tches
I'm the plug to all these n*ggas, I show love to all these n*ggas
But they only wanna front, so I sell drugs to these n*ggas
Buy a zip, blow it out, we do that in the drought
Where them bad independent b*tches at? Point 'em out
[Chorus: Damedot]
Whole Team Eastin' in the club, couple bands all dubs
Turn around, break it down, b*tch
I'ma throw a pile, b*tch
'Bout to make it rain right now (b*tch)
Whole Team Eastin' in the club, couple bands all dubs
Turn around, break it down, b*tch
I'ma throw a pile, b*tch
'Bout to make it rain right now (b*tch)

[Verse 4: Babyface Ray]
b*tch don't want sh*t 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'
b*tch, stop playin', you know you f*ckin' 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*ggas goin' up (b*tch)
Lean got me tilted, pop Rolls just to spill it
Eyes low, I'm lifted, throwin' money on b*tches
Young n*gga, hoes know that I'm illegal in this b*tch
Pulled a couple bands out and brung a Regal in this b*tch
If the b*tch bad, then I text 'em, if she bad as f*ck, then I hit 'em
Have pus*y on my mind when I valeted that rental
I just came to show love, n*ggas hatin', see 'em mug
Make it rain for you pointers, thirty-pointers in my buffs, b*tch
[Chorus: Damedot]
Whole Team Eastin' in the club, couple bands all dubs
Turn around, break it down, b*tch
I'ma throw a pile, b*tch
'Bout to make it rain right now (b*tch)
Whole Team Eastin' in the club, couple bands all dubs
Turn around, break it down, b*tch
I'ma throw a pile, b*tch
'Bout to make it rain right now (b*tch)

[Verse 5: Team Eastside Snoop]
Pulled up to the club, shouldn't need a cane
Back from OT, sh*t, I couldn't even change
Broke my wrist in the kitchen, sh*t, I couldn't even rain
f*ck trippin' on the ones, though my hundreds bring me change
Catch me in the club, but never see me dance (Never)
b*tches 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*ggas
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, b*tch
I'ma throw a pile, b*tch
'Bout to make it rain right now (b*tch)
Whole Team Eastin' in the club, couple bands all dubs
Turn around, break it down, b*tch
I'ma throw a pile, b*tch
'Bout to make it rain right now (b*tch)

[Verse 6]
This Goose got me geeked, ho, why the f*ck I lost my mind?
Your b*tch 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*gga, but is she f*ckin' with my mind? (What?)
This kush, it don't lie, b*tch, your thraxed down my mind
Order two bottles, love the time, sh*t, I'm just here to have a good time
40 cals by my line, keep these b*tch n*ggas in line
b*tch, we came here to let shine, [?] line, b*tch
Ain't no time to beef with you n*ggas, I'm just tryna play with these hoes
Ain't no b*tch playin' her roles, b*tches 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 b*tch 'cause she cold, she know my di*k 'cause I'm on
I ain't trickin' on that ho, throw a pile on the floor
Money pile on the floor, b*tches pile on the floor
I'm the man, b*tch, you know, poppin' bands when I'm on

[Verse 7: Damedot]
Look, b*tch, 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, b*tches on my di*k
But all you hoes gross, f*ckin' make me sick
Anyway, I heard you tryna make this tip
So turn around, shake that ass, b*tch, for me and the clique