President
Ain't it crazy mama's baby went and made some bands?
You know this L-A-D-E-N
Ain't it crazy mama's baby went and made some bands?
I got my dollars up, don't think they understand
I'm finna get on this flight, y'all better be dressed soon as I land
They rap that drill shit, they ain't like that, they be playing
Bitch what you saying? I got money now, I want you and your friend
Shit I'm just saying, think you got it like I got it, show me bands
Know who I am, we come through dumping, music bumping like a band
I'm fresh as hell come in and out the bank, OG don't understand
I'm mad as hell, don't wanna talk at all, bae I need rubber bands
Had black truck pick me up and drop me off, I'm feeling like the man
Play on my phone, that get you blocked and you won't send me off again
And I can't lie like I'm some demon, leave your shit stuck to cement
Before I go broke, kick down your door, you'll think we coming 'round for rent
Niggas be hoes, don't think we know, pray for that block they represent
Love getting hoes, love buying clothes, yeah this the life I wanna live
I'll start some problems 'bout my dollars, know I need like every cent
These hoes love me, don't love them back, I make 'em say I'm heaven sent
These niggas be lying, don't get like that, from now y'all proving how y'all get
Don't like me now, well just be patient, you gone hate when I get rich
L-A-D-E-N, think imma run for president
You know this L-A-D-E-N
Ain't it crazy mama's baby went and made some bands?
I got my dollars up, don't think they understand
I'm finna get on this flight, y'all better be dressed soon as I land
They rap that drill shit, they ain't like that, they be playing
Bitch what you saying? I got money now, I want you and your friend
Shit I'm just saying, think you got it like I got it, show me bands
Know who I am, we come through dumping, music bumping like a band
I'm fresh as hell come in and out the bank, OG don't understand
I'm mad as hell, don't wanna talk at all, bae I need rubber bands
Had black truck pick me up and drop me off, I'm feeling like the man
Play on my phone, that get you blocked and you won't send me off again
And I can't lie like I'm some demon, leave your shit stuck to cement
Before I go broke, kick down your door, you'll think we coming 'round for rent
Niggas be hoes, don't think we know, pray for that block they represent
Love getting hoes, love buying clothes, yeah this the life I wanna live
I'll start some problems 'bout my dollars, know I need like every cent
These hoes love me, don't love them back, I make 'em say I'm heaven sent
These niggas be lying, don't get like that, from now y'all proving how y'all get
Don't like me now, well just be patient, you gone hate when I get rich
L-A-D-E-N, think imma run for president
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Writer(s): Zah Laden
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