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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 ****, 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

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'

**** 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 ****, 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, ****, 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, ****

You break a rule on him or her, you get fined, ****

These **** know I run it up, so they don't try it, ****

I might screw your bitch with my broke pliers, ****

Hell, yeah, all my cars, they gon' fishtail (Skrrt)

Hell, yeah, I'm YSL 'til I'm dead and pale (Skrrt)

Kick you **** 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 ****, 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