Aye Ohh - Killer Mike

You’re gettin' to your money holla

(Aye Aye Aye Aye)

You ain’t broke, pop a bottle go

(Ooh Ooh Ooh Ooh)

When Killer hit the stage they say

(Aye Aye Aye Aye)

And after the show they goin'

(Ooh Ooh Ooh Ooh)

Another Sunday

Another show in the country

Girl pussy poppin', shake that monkey

Fire up the put the 'dro in the air

Niggas throw up your set, put your hood in the air

Half the club on the pill, the other half on drank

The parking lot full of old schools with wet candy paint

Shit, just last week a young nigga got shot

Playing Superman, racing bullets in the parking lot

Everybody know left him leaking in the street

But we’ll hand it our self

We ain’t talkin' to police

You already know the next day the hood put in work

And came back to the club in R.I.P.

T-shirts

You’re gettin to your money holla

(Aye Aye Aye Aye)

You ain’t broke, pop a bottle go

(Ooh Ooh Ooh Ooh)

If you’re riding candy paint say

(Aye Aye Aye Aye)

If you’re burning good dank go

(Ooh Ooh Ooh Ooh)

If I gotta pull the K they sayin'

(Aye Aye Aye Aye)

And if I let it go they like

(Ooh Ooh Ooh Ooh)

When Killer hit the stage they say

(Aye Aye Aye Aye)

And after the show they goin'

(Ooh Ooh Ooh Ooh)

I’m looking for the girl with Mike rolls in her hair

Take a picture with me mama, put your ass in the air

One in her mouth and her outfit tight

She ain’t lookin' for a man she just wanna fuck tonight

She got titties like (Aye Aye)

And ass like (Ooh Ooh)

I’m firing up the 'dro while she pop a pill and roll

I love a girl from the hood, fuck a video hoe

But y’all niggas know, I’ll fuck a video hoe

Killer been around the world, did sold out shows

And came back to the hood and bought a Vert on vogues

You can call me Santa Clause cause I keep three hoes

And even in the summer I’m knee deep in snow

Jeah!

Deep in the south what do DJ’s play?

Scarface, Eightball, UGK

And G’s don’t dance, we bounce and step

Throw bows to the right and stomp to the left

What’s up to all the young G’s with a head full of locks

Getting money on the block with a pocket full of rocks

We headed to the club, swerving and reckless

Creased jeans, white tees, Bob Marley necklace

You know about the south

You know what we about

Girl with short shorts and they asses hanging out

Dope boys on the grind with a grill in his mouth

We getting money down here, what the fuck is y’all about?

Put your G’s in the air for Grind Time Official.

Purple Ribbon in the sky.

David Banner.

Killer Mike.

History.

Je-je-je-jeah!