| Oh baby run these bands up
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| You calling for this cash, better answer
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| Talking like you want this bag huh?
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| Well show me something I won’t pass up
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| Cash in my wallet, tired niggas speaking on my pockets
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| Why I gotta find it if I got it, no time if you ain’t making deposits
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| Why you worried about me but not running a check
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| Soft ten bands on my fit got you wet
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| Back to back foreigns, 2 hunnid to the floor
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| When we slidin' to your city, better tuck your new hoe
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| Bands in the safe, god damn watch it grow
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| Why yo mans got a job, god damn let him go
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| Broke ass niggas won’t ever keep yo hoe
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| When I drive down the block with these new Lambo doors
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| Feeling Rockstar, slappin' new Post Malone
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| Up in Hollywood Hills with the gang, not alone
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| Cookies to the face, still dreaming of that Wraith
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| Ima bust down a Rolie when this check his my face
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| Running up a check, steady touching new steak
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| Blue hunnids at her ass got me eating hella steak
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| Crazy in the head, just trying to keep it straight
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| But she know what to do, I keep my bitch in her place
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| Oh baby run these bands up
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| You calling for this cash, better answer
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| Talking like you want this bag huh?
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| Well show me something I won’t pass up
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| Cash in my wallet, tired niggas speaking on my pockets
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| (Aye it’s Philthy nigga) Why I gotta find it if I got it, no time if you ain’t
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| making deposits
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| Niggas ain’t solid, bitches ain’t loyal
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| He might got a Rolie on, but he ain’t royal
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| Bust down grill, no this ain’t foil
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| Sippin no that ain’t oil
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| The engine on the scraper in the blue coil
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| Train is slipping and it ran out of oil
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| If you in the streets, get some life insurance
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| Niggas playing for keeps if you liking this
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| I’m really from the east, don’t slide through if you nervous
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| See, I promote peace, but if you trippin', it’s murder
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| Free all my niggas locked up, fighting the murder
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| Put a body down, and get ready to burn em
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| Good looking out put your nigga on a lick or two
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| She buggin out, that’s what the good dick’ll do
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| To be real, I regret putting my dick in you
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| I did the best that I can by uplifting you
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| Oh baby run these bands up
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| You calling for this cash, better answer
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| Talking like you want this bag huh?
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| Well show me something I won’t pass up
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| Cash in my wallet, tired niggas speaking on my pockets
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| Why I gotta find it if I got it, no time if you ain’t making deposits |