Lord, I need some commas on my bank account
Dollars, yeah, a big amount
All these niggas passing by, going up
They don't even need to know what's rap to be blowing up
Guess I should be dropping lines like commas on my bank account
Dollars, yeah, a big amount
All these niggas passing by, going up
They don't even need to know what's rap to be blowing up
Guess I should be dropping lines like commas on my bank account
Dollars, yeah, a big amount
All these niggas passing by, going up
They don't even need to know what's rap to be blowing up
Guess I should be dropping lines like commas on my bank account
Dollars, yeah, a big amount
All these niggas passing by, going up
They don't even need to know what's rap to be blowing up
Guess I should be dropping lines like
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Fuck them Gucci, Louis pants
I don't give a fuck 'bout no stupid brands
Nigga got his own style from the motherland
Baby mama can't stop with that cuddling
Work that coochie 'til it's red
That's why she doesn't talk to her stupid man
Her belly full of my guys, now they're puddling
She ain't even my type, bro, it's troubling
Too much, I don't know how to stop (come here)
New crush, damn, they all wanna fuck (Tommy)
Do a bunch, then I'm back on my stuff (plotting)
Few of us, just a few for a spot (coming)
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Lord, I need some commas on my bank account
Dollars, yeah, a big amount
All these niggas passing by, going up
They don't even need to know what's rap to be blowing up
Guess I should be dropping lines like commas on my bank account
Dollars, yeah, a big amount
All these niggas passing by, going up
They don't even need to know what's rap to be blowing up
Guess I should be dropping lines like-