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Hundred bands, times a hundred bands Can you get it, ain't no running man Keep a hundred rounds, we gon' get him I ain't never gave a fuck about no bitch Cause I'm bigger and I'm better Keep a Smith & Wessun we can do whatever, aye You say you a boss, I know you a lame And that nigga ugly what the fuck you saying You ain't getting money girl you need a plan You a broke bitch, always holding out your hand I'm a real bitch I just be getting bad Spend and get it back then I spend it with my mans That money in my hand put it right on your head Ain't no loss, I'm a boss I can do that shit again, ayy Fuck a role we speak facts If a lame bitch talking I won't even speak that Keep that .45 all black, we strapped, we back Pop up on 'em make a bitch see that, aye Fuck all them niggas we gon' fuck up this cash I hopped out my feelings and I hopped in my bag Hopped in a foreign, bitch you hopped in a cab Still living with your mama you ain't hopped off your ass Ayy SongtexteI'm a real bitch I can't fake shit You a fucking pussy you don't shake shit You just figured it out bruh you late bitch You a broke bitch you ain't got no vest to play with Somewhere out in Cali do the dash in a spaceship You somewhere in the crib looking mad cause you ain't shit You ain't tough, big bank take little bank Bitch you bankrupt All them hoes losing but they ain't us Fuck all them niggas we gon' fuck up this cash I hopped out my feelings and I hopped in my bag Hopped in a foreign, bitch you hopped in a cab Still living with your mama you ain't hopped off your ass Ey Fuck all them niggas we gon' fuck up this cash I hopped out my feelings and I hopped in my bag Hopped in a foreign, bitch you hopped in a cab Still living with your mama you ain't hopped off your ass Ey Bitch bands, bands, don't fuck up this dashboard Bitches want problems we gon' give 'em what they ask for That's what this cash for, I need that like a landlord You bitches half step, somebody please drop a bag on 'em Bitch why you lying you ain't never got no cash ho Ho you nigga why you trying to act tough ain't no straps on you Bitches turned their back, yeah its cool I just stacked on 'em I was getting money way before I seen rap money Them hoes hate together when that check end But bitch you more broke than your best friend That chop right beside me like my best man Fuck a wedding when it ring watch your head split You ain't tough, big bank take little bank Bitch you bankrupt All them hoes losing but they ain't us You ain't tough, big bank take little bank Bitch you bankrupt All them hoes losing but they ain't us Fuck all them niggas we gon' fuck up this cash I hopped out my feelings and I hopped in my bag Hopped in a foreign, bitch you hopped in a cab Still living with your mama you ain't hopped off your ass Ey Fuck all them niggas we gon' fuck up this cash I hopped out my feelings and I hopped in my bag Hopped in a foreign, bitch you hopped in a cab Still living with your mama you ain't hopped off your ass Ey Still living with your mama you ain't hopped off your ass Still living with your mama you ain't hopped off your ass Aus Songtexte Mania