Bandzz

Dough bough mafia
Ima go spend my ends

I just got the bags in
imma go spend that back end
Ima go spend That front end
Most of them fake I can't let em in
I'm smokin this runtz in this wood
They thought I couldn't yeah I could
Stay out of the kitchen u can't cook
Preserving that money like canned goods
Ima go spend me a 10
My Brodie poppin them addys again
I get the pack and i send it again
I told lil baby to hop in the Benz
Shit done got real I got caught with the glick
Shawty went and showed me she fake like a wig
Fresh out ain't eatin no noodles again
Thank god for the bands I done got out the bitch

I just got out and I ran up the bands
I had to get into money again
I do not need no fake friends
ALot of them imitated
In LA ball like a laker
Run off on the plug I'm a taker
I been trappin I'm getting my cake first
While you stay inside cuz it's safer

I got the Gucci the bitch got the fendi
I got that money
I know they envy
I hit the plug and he throwin me plenty
I get it off and I buy me a semi
I know the real they gon hear they gon feel me
I just count up the whole trap in the telly
Runtz in that Russian it's makin me silly
I need my check up like I'm illy

I just got the bags in
imma go spend that back end
Ima go spend That front end
Most of them fake I can't let em in
I'm smokin this runtz in this wood
They thought I couldn't yeah I could
Stay out of the kitchen u can't cook
Preserving that money like canned goods
Ima go spend me a 10
My Brodie poppin them addys again
I get the pack and i send it again
I told lil baby to hop in the Benz
Shit done got real I got caught with the glick
Shawty went and showed me she fake like a wig
Fresh out ain't eatin no noodles again
Thank god for the bands I done got out the bitch



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Writer(s): Matthew Cox
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