TTG
I just want them bands err day
Make them bands break
Niggas hate
That's ok they just mad I'm living great
Talking to my homies err day
They ain't een straight
Once I get it
Imma send sum bands out they way
TTG
Nigga trained to go
Neva been hoe
Smart asf
Won't leave enough evidence for a case
Bde
Billion dollar baby
Bopping like dababy
Gotta make sure my baby fed
Ain't got no time to play
My niggas like geeks
They ain't scared to bring them techs
One up top for any nigga standing with his chest out
Shout out drake
But dis ain't Degrassi you bet not act out
Call them sticks Mickey Ds
We gone bring them macs out
Remember I was broke
Ain't no bitch wanna come hang out
Now bitches tryna trap me wit a kid So they can stay round
Know I'm taking off my shit might pop off any day now
Tryna talk Architects about my mansion lay outs
Stackin up gone give my lil boy an expensive play house
Like the chicken pox I'm praying that my music really break out
Pull up to yo party best believe I brought the gang out
Rip my homies chillen in them heaven gates now
I just want them bands err day
Make them bands break
Niggas hate
That's ok they just mad I'm living great
Talking to my homies err day
They ain't een straight
Once I get it
Imma send sum bands out they way
TTG
Nigga trained to go
Neva been hoe
Smart asf
Won't leave enough evidence for a case
Bde
Billion dollar baby
Bopping like dababy
Gotta make sure my baby fed
Ain't got no time to play
Big bands I stepped in bout ten grand
Used to run to the bank
Now a nigga went and bought him a sprinter van
Blacked up Iced out
You can go and turn the lights out
Boss talk I don't need to talk
I got killas I don't even fight now
Used to get smoke from my MD
Now I'm in the lab one MC
Used to knock these hoes down
Now I'm knocking doors down
Like I'm Pimp C
Pitty pat
In and out the pussy don't pitty me
Get money all the time
It's in a line like a Centipede
Cool as Devin the Dude
Watching out for self
Don't want my picture on that news
When I was down and out
Where was them niggas who love me at
Tell me facts no lies
I was a broke dude
But you ain't see the future that's yo pride
I just want them bands err day
Make them bands break
Niggas hate
That's ok they just mad I'm living great
Talking to my homies err day
They ain't een straight
Once I get it
Imma send sum bands out they way
TTG
Nigga trained to go
Neva been hoe
Smart asf
Won't leave enough evidence for a case
Bde
Billion dollar baby
Bopping like dababy
Gotta make sure my baby fed
Ain't got no time to play
Make them bands break
Niggas hate
That's ok they just mad I'm living great
Talking to my homies err day
They ain't een straight
Once I get it
Imma send sum bands out they way
TTG
Nigga trained to go
Neva been hoe
Smart asf
Won't leave enough evidence for a case
Bde
Billion dollar baby
Bopping like dababy
Gotta make sure my baby fed
Ain't got no time to play
My niggas like geeks
They ain't scared to bring them techs
One up top for any nigga standing with his chest out
Shout out drake
But dis ain't Degrassi you bet not act out
Call them sticks Mickey Ds
We gone bring them macs out
Remember I was broke
Ain't no bitch wanna come hang out
Now bitches tryna trap me wit a kid So they can stay round
Know I'm taking off my shit might pop off any day now
Tryna talk Architects about my mansion lay outs
Stackin up gone give my lil boy an expensive play house
Like the chicken pox I'm praying that my music really break out
Pull up to yo party best believe I brought the gang out
Rip my homies chillen in them heaven gates now
I just want them bands err day
Make them bands break
Niggas hate
That's ok they just mad I'm living great
Talking to my homies err day
They ain't een straight
Once I get it
Imma send sum bands out they way
TTG
Nigga trained to go
Neva been hoe
Smart asf
Won't leave enough evidence for a case
Bde
Billion dollar baby
Bopping like dababy
Gotta make sure my baby fed
Ain't got no time to play
Big bands I stepped in bout ten grand
Used to run to the bank
Now a nigga went and bought him a sprinter van
Blacked up Iced out
You can go and turn the lights out
Boss talk I don't need to talk
I got killas I don't even fight now
Used to get smoke from my MD
Now I'm in the lab one MC
Used to knock these hoes down
Now I'm knocking doors down
Like I'm Pimp C
Pitty pat
In and out the pussy don't pitty me
Get money all the time
It's in a line like a Centipede
Cool as Devin the Dude
Watching out for self
Don't want my picture on that news
When I was down and out
Where was them niggas who love me at
Tell me facts no lies
I was a broke dude
But you ain't see the future that's yo pride
I just want them bands err day
Make them bands break
Niggas hate
That's ok they just mad I'm living great
Talking to my homies err day
They ain't een straight
Once I get it
Imma send sum bands out they way
TTG
Nigga trained to go
Neva been hoe
Smart asf
Won't leave enough evidence for a case
Bde
Billion dollar baby
Bopping like dababy
Gotta make sure my baby fed
Ain't got no time to play
Credits
Writer(s): Lamont Hawkins
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