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bizzy banks - factory كلمات أغنية

[intro]
(where’s the atm?)
grrah
get money (chubby goin’ crazy, please)
uh, look

[verse 1]
he got a band in twenties, so he think he got him a pack, uh, uh (a pack)
the sh_t that i got in my pockets the sh_t you got in your stash, uh, uh (stupid)
i know you ain’t gettin’ no chicken, if you do, then why you ain’t spendin’ no chicken? (why you ain’t spendi’?)
uh, i know you be worried ’bout b_tches, if not, then why you be stretchin’ these b_tches? (why you be stretchin’ ’em?)
a b_tch can’t stress me out (at all)
the p_ssy ain’t good, i’ma kick her out (facts)
uh, they call me pimpin holmes in the film, n_gga, i can change your route (facts)
uh, a b_tch can’t sleep in my house, n_gga b_tch in the car, we tryna get clout (what?)
uh, i don’t even want the p_ssy no more, baby, you keep runnin’ your mouth (p_ssy, get money)
i don’t like that sh_t, she look in my eyes when i pipe that sh_t (i pipe that b_tch)
uh, i don’t like that sh_t, broke n_ggas with a badass b_tch (word)
ap on my wrist, i done came a long way from a rollie, n_gga (what else?)
tss, ap on my wrist, i done came a long way, it’s a trophy n_gga (what else?)
tss, ever since i got lit, everybody wanna say that they know a n_gga (like)
i was down bad on my d_ck, you ain’t wanna know a n_gga (at all)
uh, i know my ex mad ’cause i blew up when i broke up with her (facts)
uh, i know she real mad ’cause i f_cked her friend when i broke up with her (haha)

[bridge]
i know that b_tch mad as f_ck
‘fore she listen to this sh_t too, gang
grrah
bizzy
[verse 2]
uh, you ain’t gettin’ money, n_gga, that’s a light pack (word)
uh, oh, you totin’ guns, so you think you like that? (what?)
uh, better save all that bread for lawyers and bail (facts)
uh, tss, better watch your homie, your homie might tell (uh)
like i done been through it all, from the streets to jail
uh, i done got it on planes, i sent it through mail (no cap)
uh, my crib too high, stop ringin’ the bell
uh, and if you want a feature, send that to my jail
look, i been goin’ too long, so i gotta wake ’em up (i gotta wake ’em up)
countin’ so much money i got paper cuts, i ain’t got a pole, then i raise it up
put my feelings in this bottle, tryna lean on a b_tch with a double cup (leanin’)
and i drop my thumbs for them n_ggas ’cause they doin’ bad, i don’t throw it up (at all)
i just took a perky, now i’m throwin’ up (facts)
she 4’11”, weigh 127, so you know a n_gga finna throw her up (throw her)
you got a b_tch, but she our b_tch, so you look stupid when you post her up (dummy)
on the block i be posted up
while that car movin’ wocky, if they spin avgain, n_gga, we gon’ blow it up

[outro]
ha (grrah, grrah, grrah)
word

- bizzy banks

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