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Verse 1 Banks is gettin money money ain't gettin him Him sitting his whip on 23 inch rims why would i spend my money on tints 'cause i got my bombers hooded up in your lawndas the cribs is bigger than my mama's with that you can send your local high school or college your year is expired you should pay knowledge a hood nigga way out in the bahamas on tour so you probably won't find us in your barber shop i got a barber with liners Banks grew kinda hard with piranhas my closet is the size of a clothing designator you're now rockin wit new yor city's finest shuttin down the clubs a bunch of niggas went behind us now i'm dealin wit a bunch of pre-madonnas take em to the crib and have em bend over for recliners Chrous I need y'all to get the fuck up now I know theirs gangstas in this town so throw up your set,come to the front show me somethin yea that what i want I need y'all to get the fuck up now I know how y'all get down in this town so lit up your weed,come to the front poke it out yea that what i want Verse 2 i'm fresh breast like million bucks see my green chinchilla and my trillon cuts inspired by the niggas that i trust so if you my shit then you should buy buck's there alot of rappers let off steam 'cause i'm gettin money and my jewerly all green some of the brightest shit you ever seen my whole team so fresh and so clean down south where they sipping on leen little aks stray hit you wit the beam i'm a bachelor i ain't lokin for a queen a southside baller the "American Dream bein nosey will get you behind beams so if ain't your beef try not to intervene i got a pack of mary jane in my jean if i blow it in the sky we will all be high Chrous Verse 3 i'm hot nigga the fools ain't the same i'm speeding you could fuck hoes in my lanes i got a couple loose screw in my brain i die on over this i ain't goin to move wit my chain you caught brick but who is to blame your fans turn their back now i'm you and that a shame i'm thinkin about flyin to Hawaii sippin on colatti lyin wit a hottie uptop drinkin niggas in here schemin so i ain't leavin 'cause i'm here wit my gat lay low for a second and get your attention and back on the bencin 'cause i'm back and your famblades spinnin on a lac and you can't see the side 'cause the window all black i had respect but i take it all back 'cause you're celebrity wander around wit a rat Chrous