We in love with the money we not waiting for it we going to get it
I know I say that shit way too much yeah I admit it
They say that I am a menace to beats I'm like denis
Every single thing I start I gotta finish
Bitch we back on
You know that pack strong
Every single nigga in the clique got back bone
I pray that every single one make it back home
Cause the streets can't leave um alone that's what they on
Bitch we back on
We taking this far we ain't going back home
This shit big biz yeah I'm talking black owned
Young niggas bunking off of three iPhones
Bitch we back on
Yeah we back on
Bitch we back on
Young niggas bunking off of three iPhones
Anywhere you at we'll pull up and serve you some
You would think they from another world or some
You ain't gone get no money just sitting there twirling thumbs
I save it until it's old money shit forty some
He use to trap out the civic
He can make a Ri Ri out a penny
He can turn a lil bit into plenty
Yeah he got a sack but don't go down chimneys
They run up a bag start blowing the bag be makin it windy
They run up a bag and divide the bag until we all winning
Bitch we back on
We taking this far we ain't going back home
This shit big biz yeah I'm talking black owned
Young niggas bunking off of three iPhones
Bitch we back on
Yeah we back on
Bitch we back on
Young niggas bunking off of three iPhones
The blunt is lit
F*cking hoes and counting money fun as shit
But it's bigger than that fill up the bag until it's bigger than that
They having big dreams your little box they ain't fitting in that
They always thinking of cash they wanna know where the Benjamins at
Look you are not it and it's hard to swallow like cinnamon yeah
I f*ck on yo boo and give her the boot yeah she get the timberland yeah
I am such a f*cking monster my kids gone be gremlins yeah
Smoke so much ganja talking bout haters no I can't remember them yeah
We be playing with them rackets it's looking like Wimbledon here
Back on
We back on
Talking black owned
We ain't going back home
We back on
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English
We in love with the money we not waiting for it we going to get it
I know I say that shit way too much yeah I admit it
They say that I am a menace to beats I'm like denis
Every single thing I start I gotta finish
Bitch we back on
You know that pack strong
Every single nigga in the clique got back bone
I pray that every single one make it back home
Cause the streets can't leave um alone that's what they on
Bitch we back on
We taking this far we ain't going back home
This shit big biz yeah I'm talking black owned
Young niggas bunking off of three iPhones
Bitch we back on
Yeah we back on
Bitch we back on
Young niggas bunking off of three iPhones
Anywhere you at we'll pull up and serve you some
You would think they from another world or some
You ain't gone get no money just sitting there twirling thumbs
I save it until it's old money shit forty some
He use to trap out the civic
He can make a Ri Ri out a penny
He can turn a lil bit into plenty
Yeah he got a sack but don't go down chimneys
They run up a bag start blowing the bag be makin it windy
They run up a bag and divide the bag until we all winning
Bitch we back on
We taking this far we ain't going back home
This shit big biz yeah I'm talking black owned
Young niggas bunking off of three iPhones
Bitch we back on
Yeah we back on
Bitch we back on
Young niggas bunking off of three iPhones
The blunt is lit
F*cking hoes and counting money fun as shit
But it's bigger than that fill up the bag until it's bigger than that
They having big dreams your little box they ain't fitting in that
They always thinking of cash they wanna know where the Benjamins at
Look you are not it and it's hard to swallow like cinnamon yeah
I f*ck on yo boo and give her the boot yeah she get the timberland yeah
I am such a f*cking monster my kids gone be gremlins yeah
Smoke so much ganja talking bout haters no I can't remember them yeah
We be playing with them rackets it's looking like Wimbledon here
Back on
We back on
Talking black owned
We ain't going back home
We back on
I know I say that shit way too much yeah I admit it
They say that I am a menace to beats I'm like denis
Every single thing I start I gotta finish
Bitch we back on
You know that pack strong
Every single nigga in the clique got back bone
I pray that every single one make it back home
Cause the streets can't leave um alone that's what they on
Bitch we back on
We taking this far we ain't going back home
This shit big biz yeah I'm talking black owned
Young niggas bunking off of three iPhones
Bitch we back on
Yeah we back on
Bitch we back on
Young niggas bunking off of three iPhones
Anywhere you at we'll pull up and serve you some
You would think they from another world or some
You ain't gone get no money just sitting there twirling thumbs
I save it until it's old money shit forty some
He use to trap out the civic
He can make a Ri Ri out a penny
He can turn a lil bit into plenty
Yeah he got a sack but don't go down chimneys
They run up a bag start blowing the bag be makin it windy
They run up a bag and divide the bag until we all winning
Bitch we back on
We taking this far we ain't going back home
This shit big biz yeah I'm talking black owned
Young niggas bunking off of three iPhones
Bitch we back on
Yeah we back on
Bitch we back on
Young niggas bunking off of three iPhones
The blunt is lit
F*cking hoes and counting money fun as shit
But it's bigger than that fill up the bag until it's bigger than that
They having big dreams your little box they ain't fitting in that
They always thinking of cash they wanna know where the Benjamins at
Look you are not it and it's hard to swallow like cinnamon yeah
I f*ck on yo boo and give her the boot yeah she get the timberland yeah
I am such a f*cking monster my kids gone be gremlins yeah
Smoke so much ganja talking bout haters no I can't remember them yeah
We be playing with them rackets it's looking like Wimbledon here
Back on
We back on
Talking black owned
We ain't going back home
We back on
Writer: Jeavon Jackson
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