stand.
You don't want that money, you don't want them bands
How I know? Cos you ain't tryna use your hands
I'm like Johnny Rockefeller in them stands
Feel like a crusader, way I got that stand
Your baddie in love with the clout
She first want her ex
If I do not work, it don't count
For the love of the game
Way too hot, talkin ouch
I be rocking the couch
Snoozed up, gone like a lounge
KSI, where's the crown
Where's the crown
Uh
You don't want that money, you don't want them bands
How I know? Cos you ain't tryna use your hands
I'm like Johnny Rockefeller in them stands
Feel like a crusader, way I got that stand
Your necessity's grim
But she follow me too
You might be her man
But I'm up there with you
Imma keep it a grand
I want her more than you
Could I keep her in check
Probably way more than you
Uh
Uh
You don't want that money, you don't want them bands
How I know? Cos you ain't tryna use your hands
I'm like Johnny Rockefeller in them stands
Feel like a crusader, way I got that stand
She been looking at me like Margiela
She a smoker so I call her Garcella
In the bed, but I might not let her
Know you mad, better keep your head up
Hang him up like a nigger
Wearing all white
Got my ass out I'm feeling like Mike (Tyson)
She goin' once now she wanna go thrice
Don't really want her, she probably got lice
Ugh
You don't want that money, you don't want them bands
How I know? Cos you ain't tryna use your hands
I'm like Johnny Rockefeller in them stands
Feel like a crusader, way I got that stand
How I know? Cos you ain't tryna use your hands
I'm like Johnny Rockefeller in them stands
Feel like a crusader, way I got that stand
Your baddie in love with the clout
She first want her ex
If I do not work, it don't count
For the love of the game
Way too hot, talkin ouch
I be rocking the couch
Snoozed up, gone like a lounge
KSI, where's the crown
Where's the crown
Uh
You don't want that money, you don't want them bands
How I know? Cos you ain't tryna use your hands
I'm like Johnny Rockefeller in them stands
Feel like a crusader, way I got that stand
Your necessity's grim
But she follow me too
You might be her man
But I'm up there with you
Imma keep it a grand
I want her more than you
Could I keep her in check
Probably way more than you
Uh
Uh
You don't want that money, you don't want them bands
How I know? Cos you ain't tryna use your hands
I'm like Johnny Rockefeller in them stands
Feel like a crusader, way I got that stand
She been looking at me like Margiela
She a smoker so I call her Garcella
In the bed, but I might not let her
Know you mad, better keep your head up
Hang him up like a nigger
Wearing all white
Got my ass out I'm feeling like Mike (Tyson)
She goin' once now she wanna go thrice
Don't really want her, she probably got lice
Ugh
You don't want that money, you don't want them bands
How I know? Cos you ain't tryna use your hands
I'm like Johnny Rockefeller in them stands
Feel like a crusader, way I got that stand
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Writer(s): Kha F.
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