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You dig what I'm sayin'?
If they all hundreds, I'ma count it fast, yeah
Wanted money, I couldn't enjoy a class
I'm a big old player, I got it from my dad, hey
Lil' mama dig what I'm sayin'
Keep it funky like an egg and you'll never land
All my niggas, they don't play, they all want them bands
My son a boss, he a lil' bitty motherfuckin' man
I go crazy, I go brazy for these fuckin' bands
Fuck a lady, I replace her for these fuckin' bands
He so crazy, I'm not lazy, I want fuckin' bands, yeah, ah
Now
Playing
I'm a boss, fuck that bitch out on the balcony
I might take a picture and tell 'em to caption this
When I'm done fingerin', I need a napkin, shit
Ochocinco, yes, sir, I'm catchin' it
Catch it, catch, catch it, catch it, catch it, catch it, yeah
I'll take your necklace, I'll leave you neckless
I might not be cussin', but I ain't bluffin'
Niggas want problems, it's not nothin'
I'm screamin' bring it on like Gabrielle
I'm a real big dog, I don't kiss and tell
Hell, first you want it, then second, you pale, yeah
Don't think he quick, he pulled up like a snail
Oh, water in his eyes, I let that sucker go
And I forgot to tell her that you a PO'
I'm not doin' a twenty-year sentence 'bout you, you a ho
But do you dig what I'm sayin'?
If they all hundreds, I'ma count it fast, yeah
Wanted money, I couldn't enjoy a class
I'm a big old player, I got it from my dad, hey
Lil' mama dig what I'm sayin'
Keep it funky like an egg and you'll never land
All my niggas, they don't play, they all want them bands
My son a boss, he a lil' bitty motherfuckin' man
I go crazy, I go brazy for these fuckin' bands
Fuck a lady, I replace her for these fuckin' bands
He so crazy, I'm not lazy, I want fuckin' bands, yeah, ah
Yes, sir, baby, yes, sir
Take her, nigga, flex her
I burn her while you turnin' her up
And I got on chucks, but Young Thugger not stuck
Swear, swear, swear, I swear on slime, nigga
You break a rule on him or her, you get fined, nigga
These niggas know I run it up, so they don't try it, nigga
I might screw your bitch with my broke pliers, nigga
Hell, yeah, all my cars, they gon' fishtail (skrrt)
Hell, yeah, I'm YSL till I'm dead and pale (skrrt)
Kick you niggas gettin' money slow just like a snail
I told her the mail is how they send them bales
I can never be him, but you can wish me well
I came a long way from shoppin' at clearance sales
She let me cum in her hair just like some gel
I'm a real blood, I know you smell and dig what I'm sayin'
If they all hundreds, I'ma count it fast, yeah
Wanted money, I couldn't enjoy a class
I'm a big old player, I got it from my dad, hey
Lil' mama dig what I'm sayin'
Keep it funky like an egg and you'll never land
All my niggas, they don't play, they all want them bands
My son a boss, he a lil' bitty motherfuckin' man (what?)
I go crazy, I go brazy for these fuckin' bands (brazy)
Fuck a lady, I replace her for these fuckin' bands (hey)
He so crazy, I'm not lazy, I want fuckin' bands, yeah (hahaha)
Oh my God
Keep that, let me hear it