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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 
 
 
  
            
 
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