You Dont Understand

Give a fuck bout how you feel

Tell that bitch I'm riding trill

Why you checking for a dollar

I be checking for mill

Hundred hundred bands

Money busting rubber bands

You don't got it

You don't get it

Then you don't understand

Give a fuck bout how you feel

Tell that bitch I'm riding trill

Why you checking for a dollar

I be checking for mill

Hundred hundred bands

Money busting rubber bands

You don't got it

You don't get it

Then you don't understand

Understand I'm the man

Hit them drums for them bands

I'm a G by the chance

Fuck with me not a chance

Forty five bout to blow

Put yo guys on the floor

Gotta grind Gotta show

That yo mind bout the doe

Living life hear the swipe

No decline on the doe

She my type give her pipe

Now she crying for some more

Making plans making bands

Handle business shaking hands

Grabbing knots bagging gwop

Music drops for the fans

Getting sales I don't flop

Out to get it I don't stop

Think you better but you not

You a pussy call em WAP

Here to ball in the game

Give me money fuck the fame

Got me feeling like Jigga

Screaming money ain't a thang

Not the Roc it's the flame

Shiny Rocks in the chain

We can box for the change

Like some Locks I'm a swang

Cause we down for the fight

You ain't down get a life

Never down taking flight

Put em down for the night

Give a fuck bout how you feel

Tell that bitch I'm riding trill

Why you checking for a dollar

I be checking for mill

Hundred hundred bands

Money busting rubber bands

You don't got it

You don't get it

Then you don't understand

Give a fuck bout how you feel

Tell that bitch I'm riding trill

Why you checking for a dollar

I be checking for mill

Hundred hundred bands

Money busting rubber bands

You don't got it

You don't get it

Then you don't understand

I don't care how you feel

Six one five for the ville

Keep it live for the real

Gotta strive for the mill

Players Club dollar Bill

Phillip Banks Uncle Phil

Pulling rank in the field

See the tank better yield

Slow em down throw a round

Red nose you a clown

Put in work while you lounge

Nashville hear the sounds

Make a rack make a stack

Blow it all make it back

Bout to ball why they hack

Pull a broad break her back

I'm the man I'm the Mac

Eating good pockets fat

We gone ride til we flat

Being suckers not a stat

I be checking for the racks

I be checking for the mills

I ain't stressing over bills

I ain't stressing for a deal

Blow my vibe get em gone

Pull that fire get em home

I'm a player like Jerome

I'm the king get a throne

Hear that talk like you mean

Better talk what you mean

Or get caught with the beam

Leave that chalk on that scene

Give a fuck bout how you feel

Tell that bitch I'm riding trill

Why you checking for a dollar

I be checking for mill

Hundred hundred bands

Money busting rubber bands

You don't got it

You don't get it

Then you don't understand

Give a fuck bout how you feel

Tell that bitch I'm riding trill

Why you checking for a dollar

I be checking for mill

Hundred hundred bands

Money busting rubber bands

You don't got it

You don't get it

Then you don't understand