Desi Banks

Who want that smoke I got Swishers
Who that bitch you can get her
How you the man in the middle
That ain't no money thats shriveled
Count up a murder a killing
Boy you ain't heard of a feeling
We get to the gold like we digging
We get to the gold so we drilling
Ha ha ha-ha ha-ha
Ha ha ha-ha ha-ha
Ha ha ha-ha ha-ha
Ha ha ha-ha ha-ha

Money Slut we is the villain
Counting the cash you don't know the feeling
Boaw Boaw Boaw at the ceiling
Young nigga been with it since a jit
Look at these niggas they so un-legit
Counting this money your shit counterfeit
Throwing this money like I threw a fit
Play with that money aim it at your fit
Burn me a nigga I just lit a spliff
Hit em with hollows leave a nigga stiff
Talking to Huncho know I'm fixing dip
Addicted to trapping I'm gone need to flip
Gloaw Gloaw Gloaw Gloaw-Gloaw
Gloaw Gloaw Gloaw Gloaw-Gloaw

Who want that smoke I got Swishers
Who that bitch you can get her
How you the man in the middle
That ain't no money thats shriveled
Count up a murder a killing
Boy you ain't heard of a feeling
We bout that gold like we digging
We bout that gold like we (We bout to) (Explosion)
Ha ha ha-ha ha-ha
Ha ha ha-ha ha-ha
Ha ha ha-ha ha-ha
Ha ha ha-ha ha-ha

You get ductaped forreal
Yeah nigga I run Da Hill
How many times I got to tell these niggas
Yeah uh-huh Bitch I'm the real deal
Slut yeah, Gambino
John Dillinger in and out a rental
I was making plays in a rental
Don't play with me nigga I'm a kill ya
Ha ha grave dead, mistake it wasn't
These niggas they fake, fuck em
We already one up on em

Who want that smoke I got Swishers
Who that bitch you can get her
How you the man in the middle
That ain't no money thats shriveled
Count up a murder a killing
Boy you ain't heard of a feeling
We get to the gold like we digging
We get to the gold so we drilling
Ha ha ha-ha ha-ha
Ha ha ha-ha ha-ha
Ha ha ha-ha ha-ha
Ha ha ha-ha ha-ha



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Writer(s): Mytori Muse
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