Billie Green
Fourth
Sykes
Luca on the track
(Money, bands, bags, baby, you know that I get it)
I ran out of that Za, had to restock
My clique keep me warm, I got the streets hot (I got the streets hot)
I put a Queens bitch in the AP like Latifa (wearin' you a bussdown, bitch)
I get the head, then I dip, hasta la vista, by-by
Grrr, I'm trendin' (I'm trendin')
Niggas speak on my name, but he don't know I'm 'bout it, my body different (my body different)
I go walk in LV, and I'm uppin' that shit, I got no limit (droppin' a motherfuckin' bag)
Finally, here, got the bag that I needed, I'm jumpin' in it (jumpin')
Money, bands, bags, baby, you know that I get it (baby, you know that I get it)
My talk can never be cheap, baby, you gotta come with it (gotta come with it)
Bad bitch in my car, 'bout three or two stars, me in the ceiling (mе in the roof)
She love that I'm rеal, she love how I'm ballin', she like how I'm thinning (all thinning)
AMG busy when I was doin' drugs, now certainly griffy a AP (griffy a AP)
Bad bitch wanna fuck on the yard, wanna get it right now, but I can't have a baby (no I can't)
Woo, I ain't no regular, degular, treat me like Jay-Z (I ain't no regular, Degular)
Look at my pants, shit, you see the bands, I'm so forty-four, it don't save me (so forty-four)
If it ain't about money, click, and get (by-by)
The shit that they said I can't do, did it (did it)
I really get to the bag, chicken (I really get to the bag)
100k on the SRT whip, tinted (bucky! A hundred)
I ran out of that Za, had to restock (out of that Za)
My clique keep me warm, I got the streets hot (I got the streets hot)
I put a Queens bitch in the AP like Latifa (wearin' you a bussdown, bitch)
I get the head, then I dip, hasta la vista, bye-bye
Grrr, I'm trendin' (I'm trendin')
Niggas speak on my name, but he don't know I'm 'bout it, my body different (my body different)
I go walk in LV, and I'm uppin' that shit, I got no limit (droppin' a motherfuckin' bag)
Finally, here, got the bag that I needed, I'm jumpin' in it (jumpin')
Grrr, money, bands, bags, baby, you know that I get it
Grr, money, bands, bags, baby, you know that I get it
Sykes
Luca on the track
(Money, bands, bags, baby, you know that I get it)
I ran out of that Za, had to restock
My clique keep me warm, I got the streets hot (I got the streets hot)
I put a Queens bitch in the AP like Latifa (wearin' you a bussdown, bitch)
I get the head, then I dip, hasta la vista, by-by
Grrr, I'm trendin' (I'm trendin')
Niggas speak on my name, but he don't know I'm 'bout it, my body different (my body different)
I go walk in LV, and I'm uppin' that shit, I got no limit (droppin' a motherfuckin' bag)
Finally, here, got the bag that I needed, I'm jumpin' in it (jumpin')
Money, bands, bags, baby, you know that I get it (baby, you know that I get it)
My talk can never be cheap, baby, you gotta come with it (gotta come with it)
Bad bitch in my car, 'bout three or two stars, me in the ceiling (mе in the roof)
She love that I'm rеal, she love how I'm ballin', she like how I'm thinning (all thinning)
AMG busy when I was doin' drugs, now certainly griffy a AP (griffy a AP)
Bad bitch wanna fuck on the yard, wanna get it right now, but I can't have a baby (no I can't)
Woo, I ain't no regular, degular, treat me like Jay-Z (I ain't no regular, Degular)
Look at my pants, shit, you see the bands, I'm so forty-four, it don't save me (so forty-four)
If it ain't about money, click, and get (by-by)
The shit that they said I can't do, did it (did it)
I really get to the bag, chicken (I really get to the bag)
100k on the SRT whip, tinted (bucky! A hundred)
I ran out of that Za, had to restock (out of that Za)
My clique keep me warm, I got the streets hot (I got the streets hot)
I put a Queens bitch in the AP like Latifa (wearin' you a bussdown, bitch)
I get the head, then I dip, hasta la vista, bye-bye
Grrr, I'm trendin' (I'm trendin')
Niggas speak on my name, but he don't know I'm 'bout it, my body different (my body different)
I go walk in LV, and I'm uppin' that shit, I got no limit (droppin' a motherfuckin' bag)
Finally, here, got the bag that I needed, I'm jumpin' in it (jumpin')
Grrr, money, bands, bags, baby, you know that I get it
Grr, money, bands, bags, baby, you know that I get it
Credits
Writer(s): Jordan Dean Henry, Lefty Frizzell Jr. Sanders, Luca Fano-caroti, Alex Weishaar
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