Jim Jones

Jim Jones - Pin The Tail lyrics

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(feat. Cam'ron, Juelz Santana & Max B)

[Max B:]

Birdgang Club Banger

Tryin' to holla at you shorty

One focus, one focus only

Tryin' to hit that thang

Let's Go

We make hits in the studio nightly,

We out trying to get this money

We take trips in the winter in jet planes to climates where it's sunny

We got mami on the dance floor, grindin' to the beat

Tipsy off the bubbly

But at the end of the day, we feelin' to play

I'm tryin' to pin the tail on the donkey

[Jim Jones:]

It goes yes, yes yo, fresh to death balla (ballin)

You can play hard, cuz under pressure I'm stone (swish)

We playin' tight D, I'm in the paint like a G

Some say they gangstas but they ain't like me

Came from an environment, came I was firin' (bricks)

Then hit the dealers see the range I was buyin' (it was nothing)

Don't test drive like a whole whip like you should

Shoving up pies, a whole whip that you should

Then take the proceeds, waist about four G's

Bottles in the club tryin' to get the home and skeez (Get twisted)

I'm tryin' to get the dame to breeze, but she putting up a fight like Layla Ali

(Well what's your name nigga)

I told the lady I'll be doin' the turnpike 80 in the fly V

Middle name 40 on the wrist, last name you can't afford me bitch

Get a camcorder bitch (Yeah)

[Max B:]

We make hits in the studio nightly,

We out trying to get this money

We take trips in the winter in jet planes to climates where it's sunny

We got mami on the dance floor, grindin' to the beat

Tipsy off the bubbly

But at the end of the day, we feelin' to play

I'm tryin' to pin the tail on the donkey

[Juelz Santana:]

Cases of purée, rosé

Look like Picasso painted on the bottles

We throwin' money, we lookin' like lotto's

I could cover chicks with cheese like nachos

Fly out the cove, land in the heat where

New York to Miami bitch

Bitch, I'm in the life of a hood star, rock star without the guitar

Got em' all rubbin' they bitch bra

Got em' all shakin' their tush like

Im'a givin' em' a taste of the good life

But I give em' a taste of the good liquor

A taste of the good bud

Next thing you know she'll be tastin' my good ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh

I get money be quiet, you talkin' to the jolly green giant

I see it, I like it, I buy it

Baby I'm flyer then a pilot flyin' at his highest, climb it

[Max B:]

We make hits in the studio nightly,

We out trying to get this money

We take trips in the winter in jet planes to climates where it's sunny

We got mami on the dance floor, grindin' to the beat

Tipsy off the bubbly

But at the end of the day, we feelin' to play

I'm tryin' to pin the tail on the donkey

[Cam'ron:]

Where my homies? Up to no good

Where my homies? Yup I'm so hood

What up pimpin', pimpin', I'm exempt already

See my hoes are like my plates, temporary

Act nil you beat it, move on strategic

The marbles man, yup the floors are heated

Cam half pound a quart a kid

Better ask round I'm sorta needed mack rounds you're deceited

In the 90's, Z3, BB's, now in the crib the TVs watch TVs

Killen Killen, mo killen and then a kitty purrs

Fuck furs, his and hers, Bentley spurs

Gun talk, real talk, speak mack to mack

We like the Pistons, Bulls, you know back to back

Mazirattis back to back, come ride wit me

On 11 hundred, not the pipe, two five fifties

[Max B:]

We make hits in the studio nightly,

We out trying to get this money

We take trips in the winter in jet planes to climates where it's sunny

We got mami on the dance floor, grindin' to the beat

Tipsy off the bubbly

But at the end of the day, we feelin' to play

I'm tryin' to pin the tail on the donkey

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