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We poppin' rubber bands, spendin' money by the grand, what you make up in a week, nigga I got it in my pants! (Wiz- SO WE!) Poppin' rubber bands, spendin' money by grand, what you make up in a week, nigga I got it in my pants [x2] |
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You that time is money so a young nigga clock it! I'm ballin' in the game while them other just watchin'. You makin' in a week I got stuffed up in my pocket! The money ain't a thang, gettin' money's not an option. |
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I need a rubber band can't fit this money in a wallet! My bank account is makin' ya'll sick to ya stomach, gettin' rich and I love it, my piff got a budget and your bitch probly thinkin' about the prints, she ain't frontin'! |
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Homie you ain't seen nothin'! I'm blowin' on the overdose. Thirty five large and that's just for doin' a show with you. Talkin' how I live it now I'm gettin' it how I'm suppose to do. Shinin' like I know the do, grinden I could show you dudes! |
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Hit the mall up dawg spendin' money by the grand! Blow a couple stacks and pop another rubber band! Make it hard to understand, I ain't spend it like that. Niggas know me I'm the man and we gettin' it right back! So we! |
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We poppin' rubber bands, spending money by the grand, what you make up in a week, nigga I got it in my pants (Wiz- SO WE!) [x4] |
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No I ain't gon' stunt! (Stunt) Hold on what they want! (Want) What you make off in a week, I just roll up in a blunt! (Blunt) I got rumble in my trunk! (Trunk) Money on my mind (Mind) Hennessy in my cup! (Cup) Switch up fold up that pine! (Pine) |
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Hoes be nothin' but dimes! (Yeahh!) Opens up in they mind, I never spoke for you dudes! Told you I would get mine! (Gettin'!) Chavold fo' them shows (Gettin'!) Guavo fo' them O's! What you makin' in a year I spend more shoppin' for my clothes! |
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I'm ballin' like a pro! Your doe is kinda minor. My money on the road lookin' something like a tire and they lovin' my atire! I'm lean in them verse but I switch to Micheal Veres and my vision got clearer! (Clearer) It's all about the paper man the paper need mirrors. Could never give a **** about a hater, can't fear em'. (Nahh) It's been so conversation, you ain't cakin' can't hear em' (NO!) I'm post in the Burgh get money to the ceilin' So we! |
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We poppin rubber bands, spendin' money by the grand, what you make up in a week, nigga I got it in my pants (Wiz- SO WE!) [x4] |
