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Think it's a game Bobby Kritical Ooh, huh Too much bands, nigga can't hold up his pants Hit the club doin' my dance I been gettin' way too money, trappin' all night So I give the bitch pipe when I can I been on way too many desert flights So the pilot and the flight attendants know who I am Used to serve grams out a grey Dodge van Even back then, I was doin' my dance Even my teachers said I wouldn't be shit Even my priest said I wouldn't be shit That's why I spent that much on my wrist That's why I spent that much on your bitch I'm the same nigga, I ain't never had shit I'm the same young nigga that was gettin' wick' Better not think this shit no lick I can make one call, get your whole shit flipped, bitch Yeah Young nigga walk around with a whole hundred on him, goddamn (Ooh shit, goddamn, goddamn) Young nigga walk around with a whole hundred bands (Shit, shit) Hit the strip club, these bitches know just who I am (Hah, it's Q Money) Hit the strip club, blow that money like a fan (Ain't shit funny) SongtexteGot too much bands (Yeah) Battle of the bands in my pants (It's goin') Nigga, you a fan (Goddamn) I'm poppin' shit like a Xan', poppin' shit, Perc-10 (Yeah) Private jet when I land (Private jet) Palm trees in the sand (Yeah, yeah, yeah) Bought a new FN Hit you and your mans (Fire, fire) What the fuck is you sayin'? (Fire, fire) Fuck is you sayin'? (Huh) Niggas counted me out, I was sleepin' on the couch Why the fuck was you doubtin'? Yeah Keep a nine on me, no golf, yeah Nigga had to find his way out, yeah Nigga had to take a different route Fuck around, got a deal, then moved to the South (Think It's a Game) Yeah, I was tryna make my mama proud Remember when her ass used to kick me out Now I'm 'bout to fuck around, buy a new house And guess what? Still gon' fuck on her couch Fuck 'round, get my mouth bustdown My grandma told me to invest in my smile Brand new Rollie with a Arabic dial Bought a bracelet 'cause the other hand felt left out Two-tone Cuban on my neck right now Just like my wrist, your bitch bustdown, yeah Yeah Young nigga walk around with a whole hundred on him, goddamn (Goddamn, goddamn) Young nigga walk around with a whole hundred bands (That's a fact, nigga) Hit the strip club, these bitches know just who I am (It's Q Money) Hit the strip club, blow that money like a fan (Ain't shit funny) Got too much bands (Yeah) Battle of the bands in my pants Nigga, you a fan (For real) I'm poppin' shit like a Xan', poppin' shit, Perc-10 (Ten) Private jet when I land (Land, land) Palm trees in the sand Bought a new FN (Fire) Hit you and your mans (Fire) What the fuck is you sayin'? (Fire) Fuck is you sayin'? Aus Songtexte Mania