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Aye Fauni Figueroa let's get it Bands, bands Bands, bands, bands, bands Bands, bands, bands, bands Guap all of the cash Bands, bands Keepin' that shit in my bag Bands Can you name a nigga who got rich wit' out committing sin Judge said you need to grow up, that's why they take me in Shoutout to my partners wit' them numbers when I needed them Couple nigga's stabbed my back, back when I believed in them Old hoes just old hoes so I deleted them Jew money, daily new money, boy go get you some I ain't rich but I get them bands hoe I ain't no bum Chasin' dreams while I'm chasin' funds From honchos to the ones Stompin' in my Air Force Ones, like I weighed a ton Thought her head game was fye before, wait til' she tie that bun Twenty six, biggest thottie bitch, but innocent like a nun Won't thumb no ass, rather thumb the cash Fuck yo niggas and ones I seen yo mans, and I peeped your ex, you like Cheeser boys Greedy boys, broke n' needy boys, bitch come feed me boys Home boys, always home boy, I'm never home boy Letras de cancionesGone boy, don't get joan boy, hit my phone boy Grown boy, I'm my own boy, fuck a known boy Lone star chillin' wit your bitch, I ain't a lone boy Young Figueroa don't give no oaths, get to know me boy Ain't really wit' all that talkin' Ima show me boy Wifey look like a Muslim, Kim, Kendall, Khloe boy Like them gold necks and watches, and them vintage Rollies boy Lil' throw tried to paranoid me, run up on me boy, bah! Dummy like a bitch, you's a dummy boy From Letras Mania