(Ay yo BANDPLAY)
Uh, let's go
Big grim reaper gang
(Let the BANDPLAY)
Uh, still takin' percs for the pain
Stopped poppin' them bars almost drove me insane
Super straight eight this, a big body tank
No regular wait 'til you hear the bitch crank
Damn, it feels good puttin' bread in the bank
And it's fuck all of them teachers
And all of them niggas and bitches who said that I can't
Young nigga havin' my way with the bank
(Woah)
And I be seein' it, secretly niggas be tryna come copy the flow (no)
I told her I'm special like magic
'Cause after we fuck, yeah, I turn to a ghost (gone)
Bread on your head
Got them young niggas slidin' with the heat, tryna turn it to toast
And I know some niggas who steppin' in real life
And not on the internet posts (on god)
Yeah, pour a four in my Sprite, it look gross (mud)
Old naggin'-ass bitch do the most
Say he got grazed, god damn, that was close
Next time, I'ma aim that bitch right at his throat
Smokin' exotic, one hit make you choke
Drac' get to hittin', feel it shake through the floor
Get to the money, that's all that I know
Get off your ass and go get you some dough (get you some)
Dough, dough, dough woah
Dough, dough
Go get you some dough
Just left the bank with a roll
Plug, he just sent me pack, 'fore it land, it was sold
I bet I can get this shit gone
As much as these junkies keep callin' and textin' my phone
Go get you some (get you some)
Dough, dough, dough woah
Dough, dough
Go get you some dough
Just left the bank with a roll
Plug, he just sent me pack, 'fore it land, it was sold
I bet I can get this shit gone
As much as these junkies keep callin' and textin' my phone