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William Let the band play (Ayy) Yeah, a nigga juiced up, uh I'm big Glock G, other niggas nothin' but some poo-putts (Yeah) Got a pocket full of blue stuff (Yeah) And my chain's on 30, I'ma hit, who gon' do what? (What?) Nigga, you gon' do what? (What?) You ain't been did a nigga like me, you ain't gon' do nothin' (Nah) Nigga, you don't do nothin' (Nah) I got some day-ones ready, can't wait to shoot somethin' (Yeah) Ain't shit changed, but I just bought a new gun (Uh) I smoke a lot of dope, I need new lungs (Uh) Count a lot of money, shit, I'm tryna grow a new arm Uh, yeah, I'm tryna grow a new arm Yeah, this watch right here cost two songs And I just bought another one Yeah, I told that bitch it's a one-on-one (Bitch) I told them robbers I ain't like none of y'all Dead presidents in the trap, it's a haunted house (Haunted) I got so much runnin' in and runnin' out You know how I came in, bitch, that's how I'm goin' out Yeah, got a thirty round on me right now Pull up at your house like a plumber with them pipes out (Pull up) Yeah, tell 'em pipe down Fly like Muhammad Ali, bumblebee with your bitch (Your bitch) SongtexteYeah, I'm finna knock her lights out (Lights out) Uh, yeah, this money got my psyched out Why your name Glock for? Yeah, find out Well, uh, can I be on the Paper Route? Nah, we ain't takin' applications right now, uh On that bullshit like Chi-Town Thirty-three, Pippen, extension be gunned down, yuh If you ain't gettin' money, don't come 'round Nigga, we hustle from sun up to sun down From sun up to sun down, yeah, we get money now Sun up to sun down, money comin' in and out From sun up to sun down, money goin' round and 'round Round and 'round, 'round and 'round, what goes around comes around From sun up to sun down, yeah, we get money now From sun up to sun down, money comin' in and out Sun up to sun down, money goin' round and 'round Round and 'round, 'round and 'round, what goes around comes around (Ayy) My granny told me what's done in the dark must come to light I recorded every night, now I got hella ice (Ice) Yes, I'm blessed (I'm blessed), yeah, bitch, I'm blessed (Yeah) Flood my cross with ice, ain't no S (S) up on my chest (Uh-uh) Bitch, it's nothin' but ice (Ice), my heart cold (Cold) I came out the bottom, super-cocky on these hoes (Hoes) Beyond three hundred racks up in my Louis bag, it's hard to close Yeah, old money in the closet, that shit startin' to mold (Mold) Yo, I'm sippin' on some potion, movin' in slow motion My neck is the sixth ocean (Duh) Double-cup, let's toast it, I'm flexin' on my old bitch Ballin' on these hatin'-ass niggas, they tryna goaltend I let your bitch come eat the meat, she say she need some protein They say money talk, you see my motherfuckin' gold teeth? All these niggas talkin', well, they gon' have to show me I came from the bottom to the top, uh, and I brought my whole team From sun up to sun down, yeah, we get money now Sun up to sun down, money comin' in and out From sun up to sun down, money goin' round and 'round Round and 'round, 'round and 'round, what goes around comes around From sun up to sun down, yeah, we get money now From sun up to sun down, money comin' in and out Sun up to sun down, money goin' round and 'round Round and 'round, 'round and 'round, what goes around comes around (Comes around, comes around) Aus Songtexte Mania