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Ayy Sos' baby (EarDrummers) Bang, bang, bang Where I'm from you won't get shit with a handout When I come through the city, niggas bring them bands out Someone set me off and sounded like we brung the pans out I'm a hot boy, someone please bring the fans out Make a bitch work, work, work, work, like Rihanna Stash the twenties, stack the fifties, when I look up, I see hundreds Man, you know how I feel if you never had nothin' I can't know how you feel if you never said something Get that money, I be runnin', runnin', runnin', runnin', runnin' Remember on the block gunnin', gunnin', gunnin', gunnin', gunnin' Now I'm gеttin' money, money, money, monеy, money, money You can tell by my tummy, tummy, tummy, yummy, yummy Remember sellin' dope off grannies for my family Now I can buy my granny a fucking Bentley Fuck the rap game, fuck I look like 'bout a plan B But I gotta get this money, do you understand me? Imma fuck my trigger raw until that bitch sayin' Keef Turn the Xbox off 'cause ain't no bitch playin' me Tryna play with me, you better off playin' a plan B 'Cause your plan, it ain't working I ain't gon to stand It Just got a call from my mama, she want another Letras de cancionesTwenty racks, she will always be the one that's one up Hop out the car, I smell like thunder, I wish you run up I don't crush a lot, I can't, let me call Big Pun up Bang, bang, bang Bang, bang, bang Bang, bang, bang Bang, bang, bang Bang, bang, bang Bang, bang, bang Bang, bang, bang Bang, bang, bang In the trap steady walkin' to the peephole Now I'm in a mansion, don't know my gate code In the party, woo-woo, okay, ho Chino come through the back with a Draco No cash, ain't no onstage ho Pay and come through the front with the bankroll She ran in the buildin', I was like, "Ayy, bro" Who bitch at the front with a mango Chief Sosa, I'm Mufasa, Rastafari, bomboclaata We turn you to a water, lil' nigga, please don't get mopped up My pistol Mad Max, I be runnin' 'round with shottas I'm the alleycat and you the rat that run around with coppers Bitch, I'm ballin' so damn hard I think I need a Fiji water Swear that money be my baby, hello Sosa, you're the father Excuse me, bro, do you sell dope? Fuck you a federale I'm a boss and these niggas hoes, that's why he fell behind me I'm so fried, I'm so fried, in Hawaii eating Thai You gotta pay me for a comment and that comment might be why Asian ho said she think I'm nice, why, 'cause I eat rice? Bitch, I'm mean, go and get your things, you can't spend the night Bitch, I flex, flexin' on my ex with a fucking check You think you hot 'cause you got a box, your shit could get checked I'm so hot with a bitch boss, I be playin' chess Oh my God, what a beautural we hit him in the chest Now he dead, leave his ass red, hit him with high-tech That mean my tech so fucking high, hit ten for sixty that Like you was bad before Christmas Eve, bitch, that's what you get Like I was blind and that happening not, I don't know where you at Bang, bang, bang Bang, bang, bang Bang, bang, bang Bang, bang, bang Bang, bang, bang Bang, bang, bang Bang, bang, bang Bang, bang, bang Bang, bang, bang Bang, bang, bang Bang, bang, bang Bang, bang, bang (Mike WiLL Made-It) From Letras Mania