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Five boys, come on
Ay yo, talk to Bugsey, what we drivin'? Let me know what's good man
The Beamer or the Benz, man?
I'm just getting upset fam, what's going on
Chop and mix and mash, put this in the fryer
Straight face, no banter
Balling with the crooks and trapstars
Independent women I pamper
Hoes they bubblin'
Black bottle boys just bopped in
And you know your girl is an option, ha-ha
Greenlight when you're ready, baby gimme, gimme some
Why you mad? She ain't give you, give you none
Greenlight when you're ready, baby gimme, gimme some
Why you mad? She ain't give you, give you none
Yeah, it's a jiggy pop collar boy, love the dollar boy
Baby holla boy, I can bring a lady joy
Who I'm bringing home, we can choose it by the coin
Just a baby boy, baby (mm) think a baby boy
If you're gonna do it, then let's do it properly
We use real money when we play monopoly
You can make a list, we can do a lot of things
Somebody ask these broke niggas why they have a ring (why?)
Yeah, nine out of ten of the times she's in the whip (whip)
Nine out of ten of the times she is your bitch (yeah)
Baby, I'm just good with the words I got a gift (yeah)
Ballin' is a full time job, I'm on a shift
We all know that I'm the realest on
And to be honest, I ain't feelin' em'
If they don't see it, then there's nothin' wrong
I ain't hatin' nigga, moving on
Baby, baby, make it biggie bomb
Get your jiggy on
Straight face, no banter
Balling with the crooks and trapstars
Independent women I pamper
Hoes they bubblin'
Black bottle boys just bopped in
And you know your girl is an option, ha-ha
Greenlight when you're ready, baby gimme, gimme some
Why you mad? She ain't give you, give you none
Greenlight when you're ready, baby gimme, gimme some
Why you mad? She ain't give you, give you none
All I do is shoot three's got my jump shot money
In the five doing trees on my down south money
All that mean muggin' really don't mean nuthin'
I'ma put a price on ya head if it means somethin'
All my brothers real, all my niggas they still thuggin'
Have you in the field, you ain't man you ain't T's cousin
Nigga, I'm a king in the Middle East, right by the river Trent
Fuck what a nigga said, black bottle president
Listen man, I've got it covered
I put diamonds on the fingers of my brothers mothers
They my mother like my brother's mother, problem solver
I can never buss up undercover, real proper, big popper (uh)
Playin' with those honeys, never stayin' with those honeys
Diamonds couldn't fit up in my grilly, I'm I'm too gubby (why?)
If a nigga do me dirty Ima do him dirty
Gally in my city call me Five-star Bugsey
Straight face, no banter
Balling with the crooks and trapstars
Independent women I pamper
Hoes they bubblin'
Black bottle boys just bopped in
And you know your girl is an option, ha-ha
Greenlight when you're ready, baby gimme, gimme some
Why you mad? She ain't give you, give you none
Greenlight when you're ready, baby gimme, gimme some
Why you mad? She ain't give you, give you none
Straight face, no banter
Balling with the crooks and trapstars
Independent women I pamper
Hoes they bubblin'
Black bottle boys just bopped in
And you know your girl is an option, ha-ha
Greenlight when you're ready, baby gimme, gimme some
Why you mad? She ain't give you, give you none
Greenlight when you're ready, baby gimme, gimme some
Why you mad? She ain't give you, give you none
Writer(s): Adedoyin Olaide Julius-adewuyi, Ra'chard Shakur Tucker, Jevon Daniel Ellis
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