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COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Nathan Snider
Nathan Snider
Songwriter
Max Shain
Max Shain
Songwriter

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While you was waiting in the stands, my ****
TG was running up them bands, my ****
Blue strips was falling out my pants, my ****, yeah
While you was waiting in them stands, my ****
TG was running up them bands, my ****
Gon' see me hopin' out that Benz, my ****
Picture me doin' my money dance, my ****, yeah
Don't need a friend, my ****
But when I get it, I'ma spend, my ****
I wake up counting something dead, my ****
Get it before it go, yeah
While you was waiting in them stands, my ****
TG was running up them bands, my ****
I ain't gon' let it ever end, my ****
You know my **** came to win, yeah
Don't really need a fucking friend, my ****
I need to stack a couple M's, my ****
Know when I get it, I'ma spend, my ****
Yeah, ayy
Lil' TG came to run it up, my ****
Stay out my way, you get no love, my ****
My **** smoke you like a dub, my ****
Uh, yeah
Lil' TG had to run it up, my ****
Turn from the buyer to the plug, my ****
Is what it is, is what it was, my ****, yeah
You **** ain't fucking with me, I'm here with your wifey, she rollin' my tree
She used to be curving the kid, but now she be sucking me off of the bean
That bitch want a baby from me, I had to go pass that girl straight to my team
Wilin' Out like Nick Cannon show, yeah, huh
I fucked that bitch after the show, that lil' bicth went straight for my dough
I showed that bitch right to the door, tap in with her friend, fasho
You know I go hard on a thot, you know I go hard on a hoe
Lil' shorty, she want the blow, Lil' TG just want you to blow, yeah
She know I got money to throw, she know I got money to throw
Cause I been running up them bands, my ****
Once shorty seen it in my hands, my ****
She never let me go
Lil' TG, I run to the top
You think that this love and it's not
Just keep your hand out of my pot
You lucky I'm smoking you out with this pot
Roll up a couple grams, my ****
Lay back and let it go (and let it go)
I don't really need a friend (no)
I know my **** gon' ride with me to the fucking end
**** pulled up in a lemon, and hopped out with a ten
If I could fuck in a lemon, imagine with the Benz
I'm in the fast lane to the top, my ****
I'm next in line to get this guap, my ****
Do no discussing with a peon hatin'
I could give a fuck bout what a peon thinkin', yeah
While you was waiting in them stands, my ****
TG was running up them bands, my ****
I ain't gon' let it ever end, my ****
You know my **** came to win, yeah
Don't really need a fucking friend, my ****
I need to stack a couple M's, my ****
Know when I get it, I'ma spend, my ****, yeah
Yeah, ayy
Written by: Max Shain, Nathan Snider
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