Alright
Go'n get it
Woo woo, yeah
Man, it's somethin' 'bout this mic, I like how my voice be soundin'
I said mic, not molly
You dig, hold up, I'm recordin' (Hey), don't hang up
And I'm sober as fuck
Gucci, Louis, Fendi, bitch, I'm all about a bag
I just spent 16 hundred dollars on a bag, ay
Got a 40 Glock with a beam, extended mag, ay
It don't got a beam but it still get on your ass, ay
Fuckin' with Young Nigga World, them boys gon' bust your ass, uh
PNC got me fucked up, they talkin' 'bout add, ay
I told her I want 20 thousand cash, huh
PNC said, "Hell nah, kiss my ass," oh
Uh, yeah yeah, uh uh, yeah yeah
Oh oh, yeah yeah, all I want is cash, yeah
Oh oh, yeah yeah, all to pop a bag
I spent 16 hundred on a pack
Now I gotta hit the bank every single day (I'm tired)
YNW, I'm talkin' 'bout Young Nigga Way
Have you ever seen a hundred round on SK? (Never)
Have you ever seen two freaky bitches goin' gay? ('Cause I did)
Have you ever seen a nigga whip up the yay? (No)
I'ma tell you now, you never seen it, you copy (Copper)
I'ma tell you now, you never post in the trap (The trap)
I'ma keep it real till the day I collapse
Till my heart drop to my stomach, I'ma keep spazzin'
I'm a young rich nigga, Maserati and an Aston
I want 'em, I want 'em
Uh, fuck, damn, I don't really like this Maserati truck
I want a Lambo with 18 passenger seats
Your main bitch say she wanna suck a young nigga's meat
It's Melly, baby, and your bitch tryna swallow my skeet
Ooh, ooh, nigga sweet like Reese's Pieces
Gucci, Louis, Fendi, bitch, I'm all about a bag
I just spent 16 hundred dollars on a bag, ay
Got a 40 Glock with a beam, extended mag, ay
It don't got a beam but it still get on your ass, ay
Fuckin' with Young Nigga World, them boys gon' bust your ass, uh
PNC got me fucked up, they talkin' 'bout add, ay
I told her I want 20 thousand cash, huh
PNC said, "Hell nah, kiss my ass"
Uh, yeah yeah, uh uh, yeah yeah
Oh oh, yeah yeah, all I want is cash, yeah
Oh oh, yeah yeah, all to pop a bag
I spent 16 hundred on a pack
I say wash that dirty money with me
I say won't you bome and wash that dirty money with me
Oh yeah yeah, count them dirty hundreds with me
Oh yeah yeah, count them dirty hundreds with me
Oh yeah yeah, walk through the bank like bitch kiss my ass
Walk through the bank and I popped a price tag
Swipe the credit card in the middle of the store
I'm important to Gucci, been to too many Tom Ford
Racks on me
What am I gon' do with all these racks on me?
What am I gon' do with all these racks on me?
What am I gon' do with all these racks on me? Ay
Go and get the money, fuck it up and get them bommas, baby
Go and get the money, fuck it up and get them bommas, baby, oh
Go and get them bommas, ay
Go and get them bommas, you could fuck the banker's mama, yeah
Gucci, Louis, Fendi, bitch, I'm all about a bag
I just spent 16 hundred dollars on a bag, ay
Got a 40 Glock with a beam, extended mag, ay
It don't got a beam but it still get on your ass, ay
Fuckin' with Young Nigga World, them boys gon' bust your ass, uh
PNC got me fucked up, they talkin' 'bout add, ay
I told her I want 20 thousand cash, huh
PNC said, "Hell nah, kiss my ass"
Uh, yeah yeah, uh uh, yeah yeah
Oh oh, yeah yeah, all I want is cash, yeah
Oh oh, yeah yeah, all to pop a bag
I spent 16 hundred on a pack
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