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[intro]
think it’s a game
ooh, huh

[verse 1]
too much bands, n-gg- can’t hold up his pants
hit a club, doin’ my dance
i been gettin’ way too money, trappin’ all night
so i give a b-tch pipe when i can
i been on way too many desert flights
so the pilot and the flight attendants know who i am
used to serve grams out a grey dodge van
even back then, i was doin’ my dance
even my teachers said i wouldn’t be sh-t
even my priest said i wouldn’t be sh-t
that’s why i spent that much on my wrist
that’s why i spent that much on your b-tch
i’m the same n-gg-, i ain’t never had sh-t
i’m the same young n-gg- that was gettin’ wick
better not think this sh-t no lick
i can make one call, get your whole sh-t flipped, b-tch

[chorus]
yeah
young n-gg- run around with a whole hunnid on him, godd-mn (ooh sh-t)
young n-gg- run around with a whole hunnid bands (b-tch, sh-t)
hit a strip club, these b-tches just know who i am (huh, this too money)
in a strip club, blow that money like a fan (this ain’t funny)
got too much bands (yeah)
battle of the bands in my pants (let’s go)
n-gg-, you a fan (godd-mn)
i’m poppin’ sh-t like a xan’, poppin’ sh-t, perc’ ten (yeah)
private jet when i land (my jet)
palm trees in the sand (yeah, yeah, yeah)
bought a new fn
hit you and your mans (f-ck, f-ck)
what the f-ck is you sayin’? (f-ck, f-ck)
f-ck is you sayin’? (yeah)

[verse 2]
n-gg-s counted me out, i was sleepin’ on the couch
why the f-ck was you doubtin’?
yeah, keep a .9 on me, no gold
yeah, n-gg- had to find his way out
yeah, n-gg- had to take a different route
f-ck around, got a deal then moved to the south
yeah, i was tryna make my mama proud
remember when her -ss used to kick me out
now i’m ’bout to f-ck around, buy a new house
and cash what’s still gon’ fall on her couch
f-ck ’round, get my mouth bussdown
my grandma told me to invest in my smile
brand new rollie with a arabic dial
with bracelet ’cause the other hand felt left out
two-tone cuban on my neck right now
just like my wrist, your b-tch bussdown, yeah

[chorus]
yeah
young n-gg- run around with a whole hunnid on him, godd-mn (godd-mn, godd-mn)
young n-gg- run around with a whole hunnid bands (bands, n-gg-)
hit a strip club, these b-tches just know who i am (this too money)
in a strip club, blow that money like a fan (this ain’t funny)
got too much bands (yeah)
battle of the bands in my pants (oh, oh, oh, oh)
n-gg-, you a fan (for real)
i’m poppin’ sh-t like a xan’, poppin’ sh-t, perc’ ten (ten, ten)
private jet when i land (when i land)
palm trees in the sand (bop!)
bought a new fn
hit you and your mans (f-ck, f-ck)
what the f-ck is you sayin’? (f-ck, f-ck)
f-ck is you sayin’?

- q money

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