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2KBABY
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YFN Lucci
YFN Lucci
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Christian Todd
Christian Todd
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Rayshawn Lamar Bennett
Rayshawn Lamar Bennett
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Alan Passmore
Alan Passmore
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Danny Hajj
Danny Hajj
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Shayan Danyal
Shayan Danyal
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Wasay Waqar
Wasay Waqar
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Alan Passmore
Alan Passmore
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Shayan Danyal
Shayan Danyal
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Wasay Waqar
Wasay Waqar
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Half a milli' in the bank, yeah Half a milli' in the bank, yeah Half a milli' in the bank, yeah Half a milli' in the bank This shit ain't really what you think, I miss all my niggas I crack the seal to ease the pain You never really seen the rain (yeah), I need seven figures I'm tryna bust up out the bank Too quick to bust a nigga brain, these niggas ain't with it You best to stay up in your lane Unless you dying for a name, my brother, forget it He said, "Fuck it, drop a couple dollars" I went and copped a lot of choppas, then called all my shottas They quick to bust a nigga Papa Don't give a fuck about the problem, my niggas like They pull up, let it go to dah-dah The choppa go dah-dah-dah-dah-dah Dah-dah-dah, dah-dah-dah-dah Tell me when a nigga holla I'll put them killas on his collar and get him up out of there 'Member I ain't have a clue, uh, uh They weren't fuckin' with me I whip the Infinity like a new coupe, uh, uh I ain't have a penny And now I got enemies 'cause I got juice Tell them niggas come send for me, I'm in the booth Money just like a centipede, that be the truth No, you can't be a friend to me, no, we're not cool, uh Bitch, I'm the sickest, this lean got me trippin' Keep sippin' this sip in the deuce, uh Nigga be dissin' today in a mission Got chicken, I sent to the troops, uh Now this lil' nigga got juice I was fresh out of school pullin' up in the coupe If they wanna slide through, tell that boy, "Bust a move" I'll be stuck in the booth tryna sell you the truth, uh Half a milli' in the bank This shit ain't really what you think, I miss all my niggas I crack the seal to ease the pain You never really seen the rain, I need seven figures I'm tryna bust up out the bank Too quick to bust a nigga brain, these niggas ain't with it You best to stay up in your lane Unless you dying for a name, my brother, forget it He said, "Fuck it, drop a couple dollars" I went and copped a lot of choppas, then called all my shottas They quick to bust a nigga Papa Don't give a fuck about the problem, my niggas like They pull up, let it go to dah-dah The choppa go dah-dah-dah-dah-dah Tell me when a nigga holla I'll put them killas on his collar and get him up out of there Huh, huh I'll throw them killas all on your collar like a polo, yeah Now them hittas all on your ass, nigga, no homo, huh Hit a nigga in the chest like he Caught a pass, nigga, I'm Tony Romo, huh I'm in the Aston four-door, I'm in my bag, Manolo, huh If they ain't with that cash, then no go That money came with some problems I came in with my choppa, I got a whole lot of y'all I'm a real don dada, yeah I can get the boy out of there, out of there, out of there Oh, rock the lil' baby to sleep, rockin' chair Gettin' bruh to spin, hell if I care Pour a whole four in a root beer I got six carats in both ears I say whole mill', ain't lyin Half a mill' in my neck, half in my hand Half a mill' in my mouth Half the time can't even tell what a nigga sayin Half a mill' to put the shark online Half a mill' in that big duffle bag Half a mill' to make him hit his own man Yeah, uh Half a milli' in the bank This shit ain't really what you think, I miss all my niggas I crack the seal to ease the pain You never really seen the rain, I need seven figures I'm tryna bust up out the bank Too quick to bust a nigga brain, these niggas ain't with it You best to stay up in your lane Unless you dying for a name, my brother, forget it He said, "Fuck it, drop a couple dollars" I went and copped a lot of choppas, then called all my shottas They quick to bust a nigga Papa Don't give a fuck about the problem, my niggas like They pull up, let it go to dah-dah The choppa go dah-dah-dah-dah-dah Tell me when a nigga holla I'll put them killas on his collar and get him up out of there
Writer(s): Rayshawn Bennett, Christian Michael Todd, Danny Charles Hajj, Alan Passmore, Shayan Danyal, Wasay Waqar Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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