(3Dawg made this one)
Only thing I love is money, commas make me horny (money fetish)
Ghost my last nigga, he wasn't doin' enough for me (bye)
Shout out to them bitches who keep my name in they mouth
Just know I'm the big league and you hoes some girl scouts (little-ass girl)
Airplane mode, I don't wanna talk if money ain't bein' mentioned (mmm)
Thinkin' she could f*ck with me, this bitch done lost her senses (lost her mind)
If that nigga top fire, I'm grantin' him three wishes
Pulled a him on him, now he swear he can't stand bitches
Pulled a him on him, now he swear he can't stand hoes (hoes)
My nigga pull up Hellcat, Trackhawk, Range Rove' (skrrt)
I'm lookin' good as hell, the f*ck I look like stayin' inside for? (F*ck I look like?)
Skully tee Chanaynay, bitch, I spent a ten on wardrobe (ten)
I get what I want and send these niggas off like mail (get outta there)
You can be his peace, 'cause I'm the type to give him hell (hell)
He thought he had me put up, crazy as hell (crazy)
More motion than a lot of niggas that's slangin' vacuum seal (okay)
Y'all might think it's drip, I just be gettin' fresh as hell (for real)
Young raw turnt bitch, I ain't takin' no chill pill (never ever)
All my opps is dead 'cause bitches can't be for real (they dead)
If that nigga f*ck up, I'm gettin' back in the field (back up in the field)
Yeah, yeah, play dumb
I put belt to ass, my nigga puttin' Dracs to drums (bitch ass)
I'ma blow some bread for real, I want every crumb
Pressin' P on bitches always made my days fun
Post a pic on insta', to my DMs, niggas run (nah, for real)
You might think he's hot, to me, this nigga ain't worth nothin' (back up, lil' bruh)
Who want smoke with B? They gon' need another lung (yup)
Screamin', "F*ck ya life," like I'm from NY, bing-bong (dummy)
BING BONG Video (MV)
Performed By: BlakeIANA
Language: English
Length: 1:47
Written by: Black Batchman, Dmitriy Zavgorodniy, Xyion Inc
BlakeIANA - BING BONG Lyrics
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English
(3Dawg made this one)
Only thing I love is money, commas make me horny (money fetish)
Ghost my last nigga, he wasn't doin' enough for me (bye)
Shout out to them bitches who keep my name in they mouth
Just know I'm the big league and you hoes some girl scouts (little-ass girl)
Airplane mode, I don't wanna talk if money ain't bein' mentioned (mmm)
Thinkin' she could f*ck with me, this bitch done lost her senses (lost her mind)
If that nigga top fire, I'm grantin' him three wishes
Pulled a him on him, now he swear he can't stand bitches
Pulled a him on him, now he swear he can't stand hoes (hoes)
My nigga pull up Hellcat, Trackhawk, Range Rove' (skrrt)
I'm lookin' good as hell, the f*ck I look like stayin' inside for? (F*ck I look like?)
Skully tee Chanaynay, bitch, I spent a ten on wardrobe (ten)
I get what I want and send these niggas off like mail (get outta there)
You can be his peace, 'cause I'm the type to give him hell (hell)
He thought he had me put up, crazy as hell (crazy)
More motion than a lot of niggas that's slangin' vacuum seal (okay)
Y'all might think it's drip, I just be gettin' fresh as hell (for real)
Young raw turnt bitch, I ain't takin' no chill pill (never ever)
All my opps is dead 'cause bitches can't be for real (they dead)
If that nigga f*ck up, I'm gettin' back in the field (back up in the field)
Yeah, yeah, play dumb
I put belt to ass, my nigga puttin' Dracs to drums (bitch ass)
I'ma blow some bread for real, I want every crumb
Pressin' P on bitches always made my days fun
Post a pic on insta', to my DMs, niggas run (nah, for real)
You might think he's hot, to me, this nigga ain't worth nothin' (back up, lil' bruh)
Who want smoke with B? They gon' need another lung (yup)
Screamin', "F*ck ya life," like I'm from NY, bing-bong (dummy)
Only thing I love is money, commas make me horny (money fetish)
Ghost my last nigga, he wasn't doin' enough for me (bye)
Shout out to them bitches who keep my name in they mouth
Just know I'm the big league and you hoes some girl scouts (little-ass girl)
Airplane mode, I don't wanna talk if money ain't bein' mentioned (mmm)
Thinkin' she could f*ck with me, this bitch done lost her senses (lost her mind)
If that nigga top fire, I'm grantin' him three wishes
Pulled a him on him, now he swear he can't stand bitches
Pulled a him on him, now he swear he can't stand hoes (hoes)
My nigga pull up Hellcat, Trackhawk, Range Rove' (skrrt)
I'm lookin' good as hell, the f*ck I look like stayin' inside for? (F*ck I look like?)
Skully tee Chanaynay, bitch, I spent a ten on wardrobe (ten)
I get what I want and send these niggas off like mail (get outta there)
You can be his peace, 'cause I'm the type to give him hell (hell)
He thought he had me put up, crazy as hell (crazy)
More motion than a lot of niggas that's slangin' vacuum seal (okay)
Y'all might think it's drip, I just be gettin' fresh as hell (for real)
Young raw turnt bitch, I ain't takin' no chill pill (never ever)
All my opps is dead 'cause bitches can't be for real (they dead)
If that nigga f*ck up, I'm gettin' back in the field (back up in the field)
Yeah, yeah, play dumb
I put belt to ass, my nigga puttin' Dracs to drums (bitch ass)
I'ma blow some bread for real, I want every crumb
Pressin' P on bitches always made my days fun
Post a pic on insta', to my DMs, niggas run (nah, for real)
You might think he's hot, to me, this nigga ain't worth nothin' (back up, lil' bruh)
Who want smoke with B? They gon' need another lung (yup)
Screamin', "F*ck ya life," like I'm from NY, bing-bong (dummy)
Writer: Black Batchman, Dmitriy Zavgorodniy, Xyion Inc
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC