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COMPOSITION & LYRICS
R. Fauntleroy
R. Fauntleroy
Songwriter
Sri Rama
Sri Rama
Songwriter
Matthew R. Bradley
Matthew R. Bradley
Songwriter

Lyrics

Yeah yeah gang Mix the Vlone with the solbiato Got so much preme that you think I model Drop the top then we hit the throttle I catch a flight then I pop a bottle All you niggas movin suspect Shawty a bird givin duck-neck In love with the cash and the rough sex Way I'm stylin' got you upset And I need that cash back max that Never with the chit-chat Get that flip that ops better ease back Pose with the kid, 3 where I'm at Made a couple hundreds off of kodaks I don't ease up, run my bandz up niggas sus I got hoes I got hella hoes pass'em when I done, yuh Run my banz up, run my run my bandz up yuh Run my banz up, run my run my bandz up, wha Run my banz up, run my run my bandz up, yuh Run my banz up, run my run my bandz up East side nigga with a California flow Tell these new niggas that they lease up, peace up Stackin' dollar bills till my wallet overflow Big time money long, all my niggas on go Niggas hold tongue, but they talk in the raps On this side we don't cap for the gram How you niggas claim fam but ya nigga starving I don't wanna brag but I'm eatin' good man On God swear I'm still at large I been wit the mob You ain't hard nigga You ain't hard, get yo paper up One fifty on the three stripes Two hundred on my pharrell's Four hundred on that new designer One hundred on that new Yeezy I been swipin' at my leisure Cop it when I see yuh Love the way I please her yuh, yuh All of these girls want a night with the kid Ain't gotta stunt man it is what it is Girl I ain't trippin I know that I'm lit She want a nightcap I gave her sip Run these bandz up Niggas wastin' time and its addin' up nigga She just wanna uh Make her body quiver when I get between her Run it up yeah Run it up yeah Run it up yeah, whoo Run it up yeah, wha Run it up yeah Run it up yeah Run it up yeah Run it up, run it up yeah Mix the Vlone with the solbiato Got so much preme that you think I model Drop the top then we hit the throttle I catch a flight then I pop a bottle All you niggas movin' suspect Shawty a bird givin' duck-neck In love with the cash and the rough sex Way I'm stylin' got you upset LAIDgang nigga Alright, run it back
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