I don't need friends cus I got a bag
I got rubber bands
I count it and laugh
Uh, what
My diamonds they dance
Ain't no second chance
You fall I advance
3 times a month
I throw 100 cash
And make it come back
I drip and I splash
I got a Benz ain't lease it
Watch how my money increases
Rollie my arm so that's bust down my pieces
Yeah I was gone but I'm back and I'm freezing
Now I'm back
Look at my pockets they fat
30 bands all onna sack
Yeah you know I'm on the track
Now I'm back pockets fat
20 bands on us
Now I'm back pockets fat 20 bands on a sack
I'm on track
Run that back
We got guns like Iraq
Shoot at ya top
We got the mop
So hell no we don't lack
I'm finna pop
Whip is a drop
Yeah your girl in the back
Yuh
Niggas gon hate
But they won't hate to my face
I might just hop in a wraith
Yah my girl be pushing some weight
I'm doing great
Most of these niggas is fake yeah
I never slice any cake
I eat it all and I'm clearing my plate
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