Deja Vu

(Up a band)
M.D.B (Another band)
Uh Um (I just need a hundred)
Yea
I keep runnin' up a band, I spent it and flipped it again
And flipped it again, and split it
I'm turned up, off liquid
I'm winnin', no really
You get me? You feel me?
I'm chasing a million, a billion, a trillion
Again, I get it, no really
She shakin', that ass then, I'm tippin'
She pretty, she with it, I get it
She stingy, she kinky
She naughty, she filthy
She dirty, she horny, again

I be stackin' up these bands, I keep them wrapped in rubber bands
So I can count that shit again, to make sure it is what it is
I just wanna make a toast the way I'm stackin' all this bread
When it's comin' to that paper, that shit fuckin' up my hands

When they see that nigga workin' like "you get that from your dad?"
When it's commas in the bank account, "you got that from your mama?"
When it come to makin' money, I'm the one for it like dollars
When it come to makin' money, make more sense, but need more commas

If it ain't about the money, I don't give a fuck about your comments
These niggas clowns to me, I be thinkin' that they Ronald McDonald
Don't put me in the courtroom, I ain't seen shit, your honor
I be steppin' in these Jordans, I don't give a fuck about your Balenciagas

I be draped in Ralph Lauren, and I still brought my mother ass some Prada
In the Stu, I be flowin', they ain't even got the cure for to stop him
And my shots always hittin', these are not the type of shots they be blockin'
They be tryna do it like me, they be tryna rock it like the way I rock it

They be tryna do it like me, I been tryna take off, so I tat a rocket
Tell her make that shit spicy, she be tryna blow me, tell her keep it cautious
I'm rollin' up a leaf, I'm fillin' it with stink, boofin' like armpits
I'm runnin' for the money, I'm tryna make the lead like this shit offense

I'm all about the green, that's all I really need, thought I was gardenin'
I'm all about the green, it's all about me, the one that I'm followin'
This shit ain't cheap, this shit cost a fee, them dollars comin' in
I don't know if it's just me, but I keep runnin' up a band, I spent it and flipped it again
And flipped it again, and split it
I'm turned up, off liquid
I'm winnin', no really
You get me? You feel me?
I'm chasing a million, a billion, a trillion
Again, I get it, no really
She shakin', that ass then, I'm tippin'
She pretty, she with it, I get it
She stingy, she kinky
She naughty, she filthy
She dirty, she horny, again