Dennis Rodman
Yeah girl I'm on it
I'm too focused
Niggas bogus
Finally poke a nigga right today
No, we dont play
Not at all, let's get it
My niggas really wit it
()
I know you niggas salty
We blowing like we Saudi
Aye, so bring your army
If you want it, you got it
You knowing how we rocking
All my goons and goblins
I'm a young bull, Dennis Rodman
I know you niggas salty
We blowing lots of money
Aye, I got it on me
If you want it, you got it
You knowing how we rocking
All my goons and goblins
I'm a young bull, Dennis Rodman
You in the Danger Zone, Kenny Loggins
Better leave me alone or we boxing
See the chrome? We aint boxing
You going in a box bitch
I can't fuck with no popped bitch
I'm too on, I got options
Turn the party into a mosh pit
Free the homies, need a locksmith
(Free the guys!)
Money is the object, the reason for my grinding
Still remember nights at the crib, I was eating Top Ramen
Now fine dining - shrimp, butter, with some garlic
Before I eat; I bow my head, close my eyes, I say Amen
Remember I didn't have it
I didn't have shit
But I ran it up
Fast as fuck
And that's, why they mad bitch
I know you niggas salty
We blowing like we Saudi
Aye, so bring your army
If you want it, you got it
You knowing how we rocking
All my goons and goblins
I'm a young bull, Dennis Rodman
I know you niggas salty
We blowing lots of money
Aye, I got it on me
If you want it, you got it
You knowing how we rocking
All my goons and goblins
I'm a young bull, Dennis Rodman
I'm too focused
Niggas bogus
Finally poke a nigga right today
No, we dont play
Not at all, let's get it
My niggas really wit it
()
I know you niggas salty
We blowing like we Saudi
Aye, so bring your army
If you want it, you got it
You knowing how we rocking
All my goons and goblins
I'm a young bull, Dennis Rodman
I know you niggas salty
We blowing lots of money
Aye, I got it on me
If you want it, you got it
You knowing how we rocking
All my goons and goblins
I'm a young bull, Dennis Rodman
You in the Danger Zone, Kenny Loggins
Better leave me alone or we boxing
See the chrome? We aint boxing
You going in a box bitch
I can't fuck with no popped bitch
I'm too on, I got options
Turn the party into a mosh pit
Free the homies, need a locksmith
(Free the guys!)
Money is the object, the reason for my grinding
Still remember nights at the crib, I was eating Top Ramen
Now fine dining - shrimp, butter, with some garlic
Before I eat; I bow my head, close my eyes, I say Amen
Remember I didn't have it
I didn't have shit
But I ran it up
Fast as fuck
And that's, why they mad bitch
I know you niggas salty
We blowing like we Saudi
Aye, so bring your army
If you want it, you got it
You knowing how we rocking
All my goons and goblins
I'm a young bull, Dennis Rodman
I know you niggas salty
We blowing lots of money
Aye, I got it on me
If you want it, you got it
You knowing how we rocking
All my goons and goblins
I'm a young bull, Dennis Rodman
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