Three hundred dollars what I spent up on some rubber bands
And I spent another two hundred on some fuckin bags
I hit flint cause I gotta pick up a bag
I shoot it cross town smokin a blunt
I'm just takin drags
Ima do it by myself don't need a helping hand
Ima ride the Benz or the Bentley, or the fucking Jag
Took these bows from dog and I made a few bands
Made a cool 5 bands on a 40 pack
I just made a cool 5 bands on a 40 pack
Ridin round wit his bitch now he tryna get his shorty back
I fell in love wit the money I been ridin' wit the shits
Pushin' work through the snow in the dirty ass mitt aye
Ridin' through the hood wit a 30 in the stick
Oxycodone 30mg, and 30 on my wrist
Have you seen this Cartier, it's a birdie on my wrist
You can get it fried hard I'm like Churches with the chicken
I'm out here, I'm just playin' the hand I was dealt
Fucked around spent 2 bands for the pants on my belt
Naw I'm trippin, damn I meant to say the belt on my pants
Rio just bought a Patek and that mufucka dance
Every week I hit the stash, take another hunnid bands
Grab the blender, do my dance wit a hunnid sumn grams
How the fuck
You ain't got no car
But got a hunnid pair of pants
Fuckin wit the Za's it's fifty five hundred fuckin wit my mans
Three hundred dollars what I spent up on some rubber bands
And I spent another two hundred on some fuckin bags
I hit flint cause I gotta pick up a bag
I shoot it cross town smokin a blunt
I'm just takin drags
Ima do it by myself don't need a helping hand
Ima ride the Benz or the Bentley, or the fucking Jag
Took these bows from dog and I made a few bands
Made a cool 5 bands on a 40 pack
32 Zips on the mothafuckin scale
Dog blowin' up my line talkin' bout we got some sales
Let me get my shit right I'll meet you up at the hotel
Room service at your door I got a lot of clientele
Gave damn near a zip away ridin' wit no scale
If I shoot this .45 and you don't die, you gon' tell
I give a fuck about this money, shit I'm prolly goin' to jail
But when I get out ima have two hundred thousand on me still
Give a fuck about this money spend it like I went to Yale
Dog just hit a line
Thought he had corona cause he pale
I'm the young Chaldean mothafuckin' go getta
Must be out yo damn mind thinkin' I'm a hoe
Nigga
Yeah
Alright
I'll say it for you
Oh you scared to shoot
Gimme the K, I'll spray it for you
Got some white people out of town who be paying double
But I'll send my runner wit the bag, he'll sell you trouble
Three hundred dollars what I spent up on some rubber bands
And I spent another two hundred on some fuckin bags
I hit flint cause I gotta pick up a bag
I shoot it cross town smokin a blunt
I'm just takin drags
Ima do it by myself don't need a helping hand
Ima ride the Benz or the Bentley, or the fucking Jag
Took these bows from dog and I made a few bands
Made a cool 5 bands on a 40 pack