Yeah.. Yeah,
Thinking about making a hunnit
Might drop a check and just run it
Bands on me they keep on coming
Might be addicted to money
All this designer on me
Baby, she bad and she want me
All this designer on me, bae i just had to let you know
McLaren, i hop out and push it
She passenger, play wit her pussy
Im ballin like A.I no rookie
Needs some shows in the BAY, tell em book it
Out the way, ima stay out, i'm cooking
Gotta find my own way out, i'm lookin
Had to watch that shit play out, i'm hurt
I got nothing to say now i'm gone
And baby you know ima trap nigga
I ain't even nothing like your last nigga
Pockets on fat like a fat nigga
She like; who that? yeah i'm THAT nigga
I Reup and rework the bag nigga
I Free up, won't D' up the cash nigga
And for Dior, Love being ya Dad
Wanna get you whatever you ask
So for Dior i get to a bag
Thinking about making a hunnit
Might drop a check and just run it
Bands on me, they keep on coming
Might be addicted to money
All this designer on me
Baby, she bad and she want me
All this designer on me, bae i just had to let you know
I pull up, i look like a ATM
She want me, but i want all her friends
Chrome Hearts with Louis V cardigan
And no, you cannot have my heart again
Don't wanna start again
Can't play that part again
I told you i hate starting over & over
I don't even know where to start again
You Know ima Score, cause how i ball like a Veteran
Uh, Codeine my medicine
Baby she said she want more, lets manifest
ATM, Bands on the floor, drop on the spot, can't get into that
She eat the dick like its a chore
Never gotta know where my baby at
Friday nights, we in New York
If they sending shots, we gon' send em back
We travel, i let her explore
If she want the world ima give her that
Celine and Christian Dior
Girl no one before ever did that
She just want Love when its War
But when its War ion wanna hear that
Thinking about making a hunnit
Might drop a check and just run it
Bands on me they keep on coming
Might be addicted to money
All this designer on me
Baby, she bad and she want me
All this designer on me, bae i just had to let you know
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Yeah.. Yeah,
Thinking about making a hunnit
Might drop a check and just run it
Bands on me they keep on coming
Might be addicted to money
All this designer on me
Baby, she bad and she want me
All this designer on me, bae i just had to let you know
McLaren, i hop out and push it
She passenger, play wit her pussy
Im ballin like A.I no rookie
Needs some shows in the BAY, tell em book it
Out the way, ima stay out, i'm cooking
Gotta find my own way out, i'm lookin
Had to watch that shit play out, i'm hurt
I got nothing to say now i'm gone
And baby you know ima trap nigga
I ain't even nothing like your last nigga
Pockets on fat like a fat nigga
She like; who that? yeah i'm THAT nigga
I Reup and rework the bag nigga
I Free up, won't D' up the cash nigga
And for Dior, Love being ya Dad
Wanna get you whatever you ask
So for Dior i get to a bag
Thinking about making a hunnit
Might drop a check and just run it
Bands on me, they keep on coming
Might be addicted to money
All this designer on me
Baby, she bad and she want me
All this designer on me, bae i just had to let you know
I pull up, i look like a ATM
She want me, but i want all her friends
Chrome Hearts with Louis V cardigan
And no, you cannot have my heart again
Don't wanna start again
Can't play that part again
I told you i hate starting over & over
I don't even know where to start again
You Know ima Score, cause how i ball like a Veteran
Uh, Codeine my medicine
Baby she said she want more, lets manifest
ATM, Bands on the floor, drop on the spot, can't get into that
She eat the dick like its a chore
Never gotta know where my baby at
Friday nights, we in New York
If they sending shots, we gon' send em back
We travel, i let her explore
If she want the world ima give her that
Celine and Christian Dior
Girl no one before ever did that
She just want Love when its War
But when its War ion wanna hear that
Thinking about making a hunnit
Might drop a check and just run it
Bands on me they keep on coming
Might be addicted to money
All this designer on me
Baby, she bad and she want me
All this designer on me, bae i just had to let you know
Thinking about making a hunnit
Might drop a check and just run it
Bands on me they keep on coming
Might be addicted to money
All this designer on me
Baby, she bad and she want me
All this designer on me, bae i just had to let you know
McLaren, i hop out and push it
She passenger, play wit her pussy
Im ballin like A.I no rookie
Needs some shows in the BAY, tell em book it
Out the way, ima stay out, i'm cooking
Gotta find my own way out, i'm lookin
Had to watch that shit play out, i'm hurt
I got nothing to say now i'm gone
And baby you know ima trap nigga
I ain't even nothing like your last nigga
Pockets on fat like a fat nigga
She like; who that? yeah i'm THAT nigga
I Reup and rework the bag nigga
I Free up, won't D' up the cash nigga
And for Dior, Love being ya Dad
Wanna get you whatever you ask
So for Dior i get to a bag
Thinking about making a hunnit
Might drop a check and just run it
Bands on me, they keep on coming
Might be addicted to money
All this designer on me
Baby, she bad and she want me
All this designer on me, bae i just had to let you know
I pull up, i look like a ATM
She want me, but i want all her friends
Chrome Hearts with Louis V cardigan
And no, you cannot have my heart again
Don't wanna start again
Can't play that part again
I told you i hate starting over & over
I don't even know where to start again
You Know ima Score, cause how i ball like a Veteran
Uh, Codeine my medicine
Baby she said she want more, lets manifest
ATM, Bands on the floor, drop on the spot, can't get into that
She eat the dick like its a chore
Never gotta know where my baby at
Friday nights, we in New York
If they sending shots, we gon' send em back
We travel, i let her explore
If she want the world ima give her that
Celine and Christian Dior
Girl no one before ever did that
She just want Love when its War
But when its War ion wanna hear that
Thinking about making a hunnit
Might drop a check and just run it
Bands on me they keep on coming
Might be addicted to money
All this designer on me
Baby, she bad and she want me
All this designer on me, bae i just had to let you know
Writer: Marcus Decamp
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid