Chef Mills - Frauds Lyrics

I done made some bands
Off the Blackpass and the Paypals and the cash app
Use to walk in Wallmart and get cash back
If i got a lit bin imma stash that

She talking shit while im smashing it
Too much dope up in the blunt I aint passing it
Ya pockets empty put some racks in it
I love money talk about it get passionate
Niggas too fraud in they raps
Tell them niggas to go put some facts in it
He said that he be with them savages
He aint really wit the shits he be cappin it
I done made some bands of the blackpass
And the paypals and the cash apps
We was walking in spots getting cash back
If i got a lit bin imma stash that
Shooters sending them shots like its Baghdad
Yea, right at ya dad hat
Pull up on you like im mad max
Oh you loving that hoe Better pass that

Nigga beefing wit me must not love his life
Nigga hating on me must not love his wife
Get a mean mug it aint nothing nice
In the summer time niggas toting pipes
And the summers mine cause my flow precise
I been on my grind and they notice right
Got the whole hood like this nigga nice
Prolly never even lost a band in dice
Prolly never even risked ya freedom
Ballin on em like im d1
Imma keep spazzing till the beat done
Dont be calling for God when that heat come
Hold it down i see the D's coming
Told her act like she hungry and eat something
Like im f*cking that money it keep coming
If i ever go broke i might beat something

She talking shit while im smashing it
Too much dope up in the blunt I aint passing it
Ya pockets empty put some racks in it
I love money talk about it get passionate
Niggas too fraud in they raps
Tell them niggas to go put some facts in it
He said that he be with them savages
He aint really wit the shits he be cappin it
I done made some bands of the blackpass
And the paypals and the cash apps
We was walking in spots getting cash back
If i got a lit bin imma stash that
Shooters sending them shots like its Baghdad
Yea, right at ya dad hat
Pull up on you like im mad max
Oh you loving that hoe Better pass that

Nigga sleeping on me bout better set an alarm
Counting s much chicken you would think its a farm
I need them vvs nigga charms
And i need mad breesh in my palms
But i smoke so much i need a weed farm
I call tae he gone slide in a Nisan
Looking for a nigga just to beat on
Like im recording nigga turn the beat on
Poof he a goner if she like more then 2 pics then im on her
I walk an the booth and im flaming niggas cause my bars the be hot like a sauna
If you tryna stay away from that danger nigga then dont find yo ass stuck on that corner
Say goodbye to ya bitch she a goner
Rollin up some of the best marijuana

She talking shit while im smashing it
Too much dope up in the blunt I aint passing it
Ya pockets empty put some racks in it
I love money talk about it get passionate
Niggas too fraud in they raps
Tell them niggas to go put some facts in it
He said that he be with them savages
He aint really wit the shits he be cappin it
I done made some bands of the blackpass
And the paypals and the cash apps
We was walking in spots getting cash back
If i got a lit bin imma stash that
Shooters sending them shots like its Baghdad
Yea, right at ya dad hat
Pull up on you like im mad max
Oh you loving that hoe Better pass that