I got my bands, I got my mf' money
I got my bands, yeah, I got my mf' money
I got this shit, yeah
I got my money outside, I got my racks outside, yeah
I got my bands outside, me and my brothers we'll slide, yeah
I got my money outside, I got my racks outside, yeah
I got my bands outside, me and my brothers we'll mf' slide
I went to the jeweler, pulled out the Ruger, now they callin' me the shooter? yeah
The way I been movin, covered in water, feelin' like a barracuda, yeah
The way I been talkin, feelin' real cocky, feelin' like a f*ckin' ruler, yeah
I swervin' the highway, I'm doin' it my way, you know how the f*ck I'm movin, yeah
Let's make us a mf' movie, yeah, let's do us some shit that we said we ain't doin
I had to put ice on the face of the bezel, he told me ten bands, I told him let's do it
I met a new bitch said she think that she knew me My vision been blurry, with Prada and Gucci
I took me a 50, I think I'm outside, I got me some girls and they all in the jacuzzi
I took a trip to Ukraine, yeah I took a trip outside
I had to get back to the roots, I had to cut them f*ckin' ties
I knocked you off your pedigree, yeah, premed-homicide
I had to call up one of my brothers, yeah, he never f*ckin' slides
And why the world want guns and violence, can't we pick a f*ckin' side?
The money, music, madness comin' out the mic, It's f*ckin' sad
We never thinkin what we preachin' to the kids it's f*ckin' whack
A dummy on the mic is better, keep the kids off f*ckin' track
And when I'm with them, ain't the same as when they 'round my f*ckin' back
Mf's keep on talkin' heavy
But they givin' me them plaques
I'm gettin' money outside, I'm gettin' racks outside, yeah
I'm gettin' bands outside, me and my brothers we'll mf' slide, yeah
I'm gettin' money outside, I'm gettin' racks outside, yeah
I'm gettin' bands outside, me and my brothers we'll mf' slide, yeah
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I got my bands, I got my mf' money
I got my bands, yeah, I got my mf' money
I got this shit, yeah
I got my money outside, I got my racks outside, yeah
I got my bands outside, me and my brothers we'll slide, yeah
I got my money outside, I got my racks outside, yeah
I got my bands outside, me and my brothers we'll mf' slide
I went to the jeweler, pulled out the Ruger, now they callin' me the shooter? yeah
The way I been movin, covered in water, feelin' like a barracuda, yeah
The way I been talkin, feelin' real cocky, feelin' like a f*ckin' ruler, yeah
I swervin' the highway, I'm doin' it my way, you know how the f*ck I'm movin, yeah
Let's make us a mf' movie, yeah, let's do us some shit that we said we ain't doin
I had to put ice on the face of the bezel, he told me ten bands, I told him let's do it
I met a new bitch said she think that she knew me My vision been blurry, with Prada and Gucci
I took me a 50, I think I'm outside, I got me some girls and they all in the jacuzzi
I took a trip to Ukraine, yeah I took a trip outside
I had to get back to the roots, I had to cut them f*ckin' ties
I knocked you off your pedigree, yeah, premed-homicide
I had to call up one of my brothers, yeah, he never f*ckin' slides
And why the world want guns and violence, can't we pick a f*ckin' side?
The money, music, madness comin' out the mic, It's f*ckin' sad
We never thinkin what we preachin' to the kids it's f*ckin' whack
A dummy on the mic is better, keep the kids off f*ckin' track
And when I'm with them, ain't the same as when they 'round my f*ckin' back
Mf's keep on talkin' heavy
But they givin' me them plaques
I'm gettin' money outside, I'm gettin' racks outside, yeah
I'm gettin' bands outside, me and my brothers we'll mf' slide, yeah
I'm gettin' money outside, I'm gettin' racks outside, yeah
I'm gettin' bands outside, me and my brothers we'll mf' slide, yeah
I got my bands, yeah, I got my mf' money
I got this shit, yeah
I got my money outside, I got my racks outside, yeah
I got my bands outside, me and my brothers we'll slide, yeah
I got my money outside, I got my racks outside, yeah
I got my bands outside, me and my brothers we'll mf' slide
I went to the jeweler, pulled out the Ruger, now they callin' me the shooter? yeah
The way I been movin, covered in water, feelin' like a barracuda, yeah
The way I been talkin, feelin' real cocky, feelin' like a f*ckin' ruler, yeah
I swervin' the highway, I'm doin' it my way, you know how the f*ck I'm movin, yeah
Let's make us a mf' movie, yeah, let's do us some shit that we said we ain't doin
I had to put ice on the face of the bezel, he told me ten bands, I told him let's do it
I met a new bitch said she think that she knew me My vision been blurry, with Prada and Gucci
I took me a 50, I think I'm outside, I got me some girls and they all in the jacuzzi
I took a trip to Ukraine, yeah I took a trip outside
I had to get back to the roots, I had to cut them f*ckin' ties
I knocked you off your pedigree, yeah, premed-homicide
I had to call up one of my brothers, yeah, he never f*ckin' slides
And why the world want guns and violence, can't we pick a f*ckin' side?
The money, music, madness comin' out the mic, It's f*ckin' sad
We never thinkin what we preachin' to the kids it's f*ckin' whack
A dummy on the mic is better, keep the kids off f*ckin' track
And when I'm with them, ain't the same as when they 'round my f*ckin' back
Mf's keep on talkin' heavy
But they givin' me them plaques
I'm gettin' money outside, I'm gettin' racks outside, yeah
I'm gettin' bands outside, me and my brothers we'll mf' slide, yeah
I'm gettin' money outside, I'm gettin' racks outside, yeah
I'm gettin' bands outside, me and my brothers we'll mf' slide, yeah
Writer: P Cashedout
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