Bang

Ayy, I'm a balla baby he ain't got no game
I'm a big dog baby rock big chains
And I need a super freak like Rick James
Pop that for me baby make that bang, bang, bang

Make that bang, bang, bang
Make that bang, bang, bang, bang, bang
Pop that for me baby make that bang

Why so serious? I'm never around
These pigeons dead stock they never touchin' the ground
Plane Jane Patek I'm never bustin' it down
Flagrant as I'm never toning it down (Yeah)

Oh you big mad?
Why you chasin' a chick that I been had?
Took your dream girl down yeah I did that
Got some pop-star bodies been hit that

Believe me my belt got notches
Safe full of diamonds a couple nice watches
Made some mistakes and they think they could stop us
But Tiger plays golf and the whole world watches (Yee)

Ayy, I'm a balla baby he ain't got no game
I'm a big dog baby rock big chains
And I need a super freak like Rick James
Pop that for me baby make that bang, bang, bang

Make that bang, bang, bang
Make that bang, bang, bang, bang, bang
Pop that for me baby make that bang

Load it up aim pop shoot it up (Yeah)
Boot it up strapped up toot it up (Woo)
It's game time put me in I'm suited up
I'm good enough (Yeah) I don't need the luck (Yeah)

Heartbreaker like Suzie hotter than jacuzzi
Make her bob open mouth like a scary movie (Ah)
I got 10 cars park them like Lil Uzi (Yeah)
The proof's in the income I ain't gotta prove it (No)

She got a man na I ain't stupid
But the way you work that body you gon' have to lose it
And that good show me how you use it (Yeah)
Step by step baby go through it (Ayy)

Ayy, I'm a balla baby he ain't got no game
I'm a big dog baby rock big chains
And I need a super freak like Rick James
Pop that for me baby make that bang, bang, bang

Make that bang, bang, bang
Make that bang, bang, bang, bang, bang
Pop that for me baby make that bang

Yeah talk to me nicely
Fifty on the chain oh my God I'm so pricey
Mami she Spanish she keep it so spicy
When she throw it back she like "Papi don't bite me"

Yeah make her bend down
She 'gon let me clip when I'm in town
Big Bentley truck rolled her tints down
10k a month Hell's Kitchen in Midtown (Yeah)

L.A. to New York Bicoastal
I'm international not local
A band for these vintage Chanel bifocals
If you ain't talkin' bags then I'm antisocial be gone

Ayy, I'm a balla baby he ain't got no game
I'm a big dog baby rock big chains
And I need a super freak like Rick James
Pop that for me baby make that bang, bang, bang

Make that bang, bang, bang
Make that bang, bang, bang, bang, bang
Pop that for me baby make that bang



Credits
Writer(s): Nicholas Mira, Westen Broek Weiss, Edgar Machuca, Michael Ray Nguyen Stevenson, Gerald Earl Gillum, Derrick Carrington Gray, Kyle Van Riper
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