Memories - Big Quis, Doughboy Dre, Payroll

Let’s get it, tonight I’m going out I need to be around some love

Call my niggas up, tell em meet me at the club

Pour them whips out, Bring that ice out

Tomorrow ain’t promised, we gon ball right now

Me and Dre was young as hell stunting on you haters

Throw that money out the whip. Back to start the eighter

Me and Pay was on that Escalade on the sixes

Teenagers fucking with them two grown bitches

You went to Arizona with them beds. Playing spades drinking beers with the

Mexicans

Me and Dre was in Miami popping Perrier

That’s the shit we used to drink about the ninth grade

Rock got his first pistol case cause of me

I owe you one, if you ever need me imma come

I ain’t done making memories, let’s make so more

If I ain’t never said I love y’all niggas now y’all know

I be chilling, I don’t know what’s gotten into me

Lost so many of my homeboys in the streets

Some in jail, some dead, rest in peace

They took y’all but they didn’t take away the memories

All the hoes we had fucked. (Ayy)

All the money we had touched. (Ayy)

When we got into that fight. (Ayy)

Lets hit the club tonight and make so more memories

Money on my mind I can’t sleep

I been stressing lately can’t think

Say hello to the bad guy

In my zone I be so high

Custom leather suede. Shit. Bitch I be so fly

Twenty thousand on my dinner I don’t give a fuck

Pour them bottles tryna light it up

I remember all the times I ain’t have shit

Got my first pistol case tryna hit and lick

Everyday I’m lit. Wasted off that Cognac

Niggas looking for your boy like a lone jack. (I'm here)

Twenty bands on my lawyer that’s for my freedom

Niggas rockin' face shit like we don’t keep 'em

Put the D on the map now its time to ball (313)

Old gold digging bitch I don’t fuck with y’all

Roll a blunt, spark it up nigga, get high

Pop a bottle with your team, put 'em in the sky

I be chilling, I don’t know what’s gotten into me

Lost so many of my homeboys in the streets

Some in jail, some dead, rest in peace

They took y’all but they didn’t take away the memories

All the hoes we had fucked. (Ayy)

All the money we had touched. (Ayy)

When we got into that fight. (Ayy)

Lets hit the club tonight and make some more memories

Once upon a time, in Detroit city

A group of young cats that the broke niggas envy

They fucked a lot of hoes. Made a lot of niggas.

Downtown in different whips

Rollie crowns on the wrists

New album signing jackets to drop

These niggas wasn’t even rapping yet

They had a operation when you weren’t trapping yet

They started doing songs the city knew the shit was true

'Cause every song they talked about the shit you see them really do

A few niggas got jam. Some