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Who made the beat, Charlie? Hundred bands, running man Keep the bands tucked Chopper hit you, it gon' fold you You don't wanna cancel Bitch she all up in my ear, I tip her she a dancer (What, dolly) Put some lean up in my Sprite, it give me the answer (What, uh, uh) Bitch, I might be, up in my white tee (In my, uh) Dripping pricey, bitch my diamonds icy (Bitch, bitch) Hundred bands, running man (Uh) Keep the bands tucked Chopper hit you, it gon' fold you You don't wanna cancel (Brrt) I got no heart, he a dope boy (Uh) Drop that dope off, in a NASCAR (Uh) Now he stalking, bitch I cost a fee (Ayy) And that check on me, all this money, can't talk to me Can't talk to me These bitches switched up quick and I'm not accepting no apologies (Hell nah) Hop up in that drop top, and I drop it like my prodigy (Uh, uh) When I'm on vacation, I eat lobster on a private beach I just signed a deal, I got mill, it ain't no stopping me (Ayy, brrt, brrt) Money brings you enemies, these niggas ain't no friend of me (Brrt, uh) How you wanna talk 'bout Asian, bitch you can't get near to me SongtexteI'ma butterfly these bitches smaller than a centipede All the time, test my gangster, shoot you in some Saint Laurent (Uh, brrt) Drop top and I'm from the block-ock Forty make your heart stop, make you do the leg bop (Uh) Pushed me to the edge, ah Bitch you really scared, ah These niggas, they feds, ah You ain't got no bread, ah Yeah, ha What's killing, I got too much green Ha, bitch my foreign speed (Foreign speed) Ha, pop out Gucci tee Pop out busting at your team Ha, my wrist bling Ha, blinding niggas, you can't see Alexander Wang, I rock that bitch, I'm looking flee Pull up in a Maybach, rock designer, and it stay that Big ass boy you better chillax Send two shots, boy you gon' feel that I go wow, chopper kick back Pow, pow, pow, to your kneecap Ride 'round town, with my seat back Have you ever seen a Draco go (Brrrrrt) Pull up flexing in that brand new ghost (Yeah) Yeah, hitters with me everywhere I go Do a drive-by in a Lambo Big racks, got big bands hoe I can't make her finish, she start looking at my diamond rings (Yeah) Spending money, trying to eat How were you, if you were me Go do it with some chains on Boy you can't compare to me My whips I can stand on Come and take a picture, she Hundred bands, running man Keep the bands tucked (Bands, bands, brrt) Chopper hit you, it gon' fold you You don't wanna cancel Bitch she all up in my ear, I tip her she a dancer (Uh, uh) Put some lean up in my Sprite, it give me the answer Bitch I might be, up in my white tee (In my, uh) Dripping pricey, bitch my diamonds icy Hundred bands, running man Keep the bands tucked Chopper hit you, it gon' fold you You don't wanna cancel Drop top and I'm from the block-ock Forty make your heart stop, make you do the leg bop Aus Songtexte Mania