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Let the band play Ayo, Bandplay Ay, fuck luck, got a stick on me I'm a young thug and a rich homie Bad bitch get dick only No money? No, I don't condone it, uh Yeah, I came in with the Rolly Now I got an AP, baguette white gold, yeah, uh Hell yeah I'm playin' with the shit Young nigga like to flex and everybody know that, uh Yeah, yeah, everybody know (Uh) Everybody know I smoke dope (What) Everybody know (Yup) Everybody know how it go (What) Yeah, I fuck everybody ho (Uh) Everybody know (Duh) Everybody know what I tote (Yeah) Everybody know that my clips are 3-0 or more (Yeah) Everybody say they want smoke (Tsk) Everybody say they want smoke 'til they meet the goat Glock Everybody know (Yeah) It's a green light, yeah, everything'll go (Yeah) Eyes real low (Low) SongtexteEverybody know (Yup) Everybody know I don't give a fuck about a ho (Ha) I used to keep my whole bank account in the flo' (Yup) Let the carpet hang out the back window (Fuck) Fuck you, your best friend and your kinfolk (Fuck) Police-ass nigga, call 'em Carl Winslow (Fuck) Don't ask me why I be so fresh (Ayy) Don't ask me why my ice so wet Four hundred on my neck (Woo) I ain't spend no rap money yet (Nah) Is she your bitch? (What) Then why she on my dick? But I don't really like to have sex (Ha) I just love cashin' these checks (Yeah) That shit feel the best (Yeah) Wait until y'all see what's next (Wait) I just do more, say less (Yeah) M's wit' a S (Millions) Millions on me, I will not stop 'til I get to a billion No, I can't stop, got my people dependin' I ran it up, got my real niggas wit' me But some niggas switched and turned into bitches Now in some mansions start hittin' the trenches (Yuh) Too many bands, I can't bend it (Ice) Too many hoes, I can't get 'em off Off of me (Of me) Yeah, everybody know I'm a P Everybody know me Everybody know she a freak (Uh) Everybody know she eat me (Uh) Glock, you a beast (Glock) Set a new trend every week (Yup) I spend it like it grow on trees (Guop) Ridin' through the streets (Yup) With Dolph in here, double off the tree Got everybody on Gelato and the Russian Cream, yeah Ay, lemme see that lighter, Glock Mansion on a hill but I come from the slum (Yeah) Wearin' Balenciaga's like Air Force One I'm not a pimp but got my holdin' bitches down one Black ass nigga like Akon (Dolph) Hustlin' ass nigga, I'm my mama's son (Yup) Send it to your front door like Amazon (Ayy) Leave it at the front door, ain't nobody home (Uh) Everybody know that he a real one (Yeah) Been a trap nigga since a lil' one (Yeah) Eatin' like the pilgrims Everybody know that she a bad one (Bad) But yeah, I already had one (Ayy) Now she in her feelings (Ayy) Jackin' the rocks in my ears Let's get it clear It ain't money then I can't hear (What'd you say?) Dolce Gabbana my drip Gun on my hip Don't get your shit peeled, ayy Aus Songtexte Mania