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Let the BandPlay
Yeah yeah uh yeah uh yeah uh
Okay ayy
Cash out if I want it
For real though
The money got blood all on it
For real though
The money got blood all on it yeah
The money got blood all on it
For real though
Bad bitch with me on it
For real though
Nigga wanna be me don't it
But the money got blood all on it
Yeah the money
got blood all on it Hey
My young niggas
ready to shoot Damn
'Cause they ain't
got nothin' to lose Damn
He said it's fuck everybody
and fuck everything
he got somethin' to prove Damn
In the trenches pullin' moves
Got 'еm
A hundred racks in blues Franks
In a shoebox hеll nah
them ain't no motherfuckin' shoes
Racks ayy what you do nigga
Took the motor out a 'Vette
put it in a Chevelle Switch it up
Do my dirt all by myself
'cause these niggas gon' tell
I swear
She look like
God sent her from Heaven
but she fine as hell Bad
I'm sendin' strong to five states
man I just broke my scale Uh
Lil' cuz just caught a murder
charge and I just post his bail
Yeah
Doing donuts in a 'Rari
I'm a major player Skrrt
Send bags to the hood and
to the opps I send some shells
Yeah
Never talk on a phone
and never leave a paper trail
Super bad bitch
with a body like Buffy Woah
Went to see my jeweler
spent a million like it's nothin'
A million
I got on too much ice
she caught the flu
when she fuck me Uh
Plain jane Richard Mille
I told my jeweler Bust it
Cash out if I want it
For real though
The money got blood all on it
For real though
The money got blood all on it yeah
The money got blood all on it
For real though
Bad bitch with me on it
For real though
Nigga wanna be me don't it
But the money got blood all on it
Yeah the money
got blood all on it Hey
My young niggas
ready to shoot Damn
'Cause they ain't
got nothin' to lose Damn
He said it's fuck everybody
and fuck everything
he got somethin' to prove Damn
In the trenches pullin' moves
Got 'em
A hundred racks in blues Franks
In a shoebox hell nah
them ain't no motherfuckin' shoes
Racks
At the top where it get real lonely
Just might put a dub on homie
New Phantom
with the Forgis on it Forgis
And the paint
got blood all on it Ah
These niggas ain't eatin'
they starvin' Nah
I can see 'cause they crew
gettin' boney
These suckers do nothing
but clout chase
These boys just some one trick ponies
Pussies
Man this rap game so damn phony
These niggas a bunch
of Jabronies Hoes
Everything you got
they want it
That's why I'm still up on it
Just told my hitter he on it
Nigga better break fast like Shoney's
And I got my bag like Tony
These niggas wanna clone me
don't it Huh
I went from ridin' a V12
switched it up and now
my motor electric Switched it up
I stacked up way more millions
than haters expected
You gotta shoot for your respect
that's how you send a message
Bah baow
You gotta do what you gotta do
to keep family protected It's Gucci
Cash out when I want it yeah Huh
These bitches know how
I'm comin' yeah
These niggas know how
I'm comin' yeah Yeah
The bitches know how I'm comin'
Yeah why they call you Tony
'Cause I pop shit by my lonely Fah
Pocket full of Crip blue hunnids yeah
Money got blood all on it Yeah yeah
Yeah I'm the one not the two Two
I turn a one to a two Two
I'm havin' racks yeah I got the bag
yeah I put the bag on you you
I put the bag on you too
inside my Hellcat ragu
I'm goin' nuts I keep me a tool Yeah
they like this young
nigga a loose screw Loco
Yeah took the doors off my McLaren
put it on my Urus ayy Phew phew
Don't compare me to no rapper
'cause these niggas weird ayy
They done pissed me off
it's codeine all up in my urine ayy
Wock' Wock'
When it come to shootin' shit
my jumper be the purest
Cash out if I want it
Bitch for real though
The money got blood all on it
Yeah for real though
The money got blood all on it
yeah Yeah
The money got blood all on it
For real though yeah
Bad bitch with me on it
For real though
Nigga wanna be me don't it
Huh ha
But the money got blood all on it
Yeah the money
got blood all on it Yeah yeah hey
My young niggas
ready to shoot Damn
'Cause they ain't
got nothin' to lose Damn
He said it's fuck everybody
and fuck everything
he got somethin' to prove Damn
In the trenches pullin' moves
Got 'em
A hundred racks in blues Franks
In a shoebox hell nah
them ain't no motherfuckin' shoes
Racks