Where You Been
I'm the man
Huncho what's the word
What's the word
Where you been
I'm thinking to expand
Get some shares, get some land
Free Dubb say it every trip
Cuz that's my mans
Pulled up with the tints
Look like I'm hoppin' outta van
My brother got it with em
He just pop out, hop out, BLAM
Thinking to myself
I need the world inside my hands
You dying for respect
Instead of dying like a man
Keep it all official
Keep that shit up off the gram
You know them boys be lookin
Just to catch you in a jam
I don't play with niggas
(NAH)
I just play with bands
I been broke before
I hope I'm never broke again
Huncho where you been
I been outta state
Hoe you better pull that money
Straight up out the Chase
Cartier the shades
Tinted up don't show no face
My bitch she Betty Crocker
That just mean she get the cake
We don't do no dates
She just wanna grind
I just wanna, I just wanna bag
Gimme mine
Not a fan of shiesty moves
Or niggas moving slime
I rather waste my money
Before I ever waste my time
(GANG)
I'm the man
Huncho what's the word
What's the word
Where you been
I'm thinking to expand
Get some shares, get some land
Free Dubb say it every trip
Cuz that's my mans
Pulled up with the tints
Look like I'm hoppin' outta van
My brother got it with em
He just pop out, hop out, BLAM
Thinking to myself
I need the world inside my hands
You dying for respect
Instead of dying like a man
Huncho what's the word
What's the word
Where you been
I'm thinking to expand
Get some shares, get some land
Free Dubb say it every trip
Cuz that's my mans
Pulled up with the tints
Look like I'm hoppin' outta van
My brother got it with em
He just pop out, hop out, BLAM
Thinking to myself
I need the world inside my hands
You dying for respect
Instead of dying like a man
Keep it all official
Keep that shit up off the gram
You know them boys be lookin
Just to catch you in a jam
I don't play with niggas
(NAH)
I just play with bands
I been broke before
I hope I'm never broke again
Huncho where you been
I been outta state
Hoe you better pull that money
Straight up out the Chase
Cartier the shades
Tinted up don't show no face
My bitch she Betty Crocker
That just mean she get the cake
We don't do no dates
She just wanna grind
I just wanna, I just wanna bag
Gimme mine
Not a fan of shiesty moves
Or niggas moving slime
I rather waste my money
Before I ever waste my time
(GANG)
I'm the man
Huncho what's the word
What's the word
Where you been
I'm thinking to expand
Get some shares, get some land
Free Dubb say it every trip
Cuz that's my mans
Pulled up with the tints
Look like I'm hoppin' outta van
My brother got it with em
He just pop out, hop out, BLAM
Thinking to myself
I need the world inside my hands
You dying for respect
Instead of dying like a man
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Writer(s): Ty Hunnit
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