| I got bandz, donâ €™ t need these hoes
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| Hundered racks to blow, nigga I got bandz
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| Lets get this dough, run the world for show
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| Man Iâ €™ m in these streets its been a long day
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| â € ˜ Bout to sign this deal and throw it all away
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| †˜ Bout to cop the crib that Dame lost today
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| Funny look at these niggas slipping, we tripping no fear my niggas we get it
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| Iâ €™ m looking down at the world through these glass ceilings
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| And when I step outside bad bitches with me
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| Back in my section twistin’ that lala canâ €™ t let it stress me
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| Wake up fall asleep to Dizzy Gillespie.
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| Back it up and break it down
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| She gon bust it on this dick you gonâ €™ take her out of town
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| I put ice in my Veneers, I put rubies in my crown
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| Count them stacks and blow them racks, niggas know who they around
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| I walk in this bitch I fuck shit up then I leave ho
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| Pay your car note or get some money for that weed ho
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| Forty -five hunnid blow it, there go double câ €™ s ho
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| Michael throw it purple back if you tell me please ho
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| She gone throw that ass back, drop that on them real niggas
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| Iâ €™ m gonâ €™ throw that gat back, drop that on †˜ em real bitches
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| Murder on that pussy ho, I cant lie I kill bitches
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| You gonâ €™ get like err †¦. |
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| if I deal with it
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| Young nigga rollinâ €™ like I fuckinâ €™ hit the lottery
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| You just want the money shorty, you aint got to lie to me
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| All these niggas hatinâ €™ on me, know they wanna body me
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| Cause every time you see a nigga, I look like a robbery
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| I got bandz, I got bandz, I got bandz, I got bandz, I got bandz
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| Yeah I be going crazy,
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| Laughing, drinking, find myself in arms of different woman
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| Toast it, I need use my cerebellum
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| Try to tell â € ˜ em cut that rap shit all that wack shit is a â € ¦
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| Times tickin’, blondes itchin minds trippinâ €™
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| Tired living mad decisions I kill †˜ em |