Yeah I'm locked in tryna save money but I'm busy shoppin'
You save for what?
Bang bang
For the money and the fancy stuff HANG MAN
I got the hang of the shit so I ran with the shit
Like a kid with a clip I'ma shoot at a jit
I showed you the vision the forbidden scroll
We cross out our X's and blow out the smoke
So you keepin' your O's nigga we want those
Someone get me a comma I need that shit now
To put three more zero's inside my account
Leavin' em dizzy and slump with all the bounce
Ye Huh!
You know that I could be a bastard you is a phony you is a lame
You try your best just to mask it (Bang bang)
The thing I don't understand about society is why we don't put the nigga out
I'm quick to go put you on blast I find it funny how your baby booked a ticket for my show and now she be shakin' ass
On her titties you will find my autograph
There was this boy we used to fight we used to fight in the 7th grade
Now he's a hobo he's a gangster I swear that nigga a f*ckin' lame
Always knew what to do RASTAFARIA in my blood start a fire
Iya off course I got the sauce that will never expire
I'm tryna build I'm tryna build a motherf*ckin' empire
I'm tryna build I'm tryna build a career long like Mariah
A man can do anything if he can invent the wheel for a vagina
If you want the indoor come and hit me up I got the best supplier
Do you think that you is a competitor please I'm a 21 and I'ma have my key
I'm takin' offense when she not on her knees but when I'm inside then her then she wanna scream
Okay baby baby please
I like that apple bottom in your jeans yeah
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Yeah I'm locked in tryna save money but I'm busy shoppin'
You save for what?
Bang bang
For the money and the fancy stuff HANG MAN
I got the hang of the shit so I ran with the shit
Like a kid with a clip I'ma shoot at a jit
I showed you the vision the forbidden scroll
We cross out our X's and blow out the smoke
So you keepin' your O's nigga we want those
Someone get me a comma I need that shit now
To put three more zero's inside my account
Leavin' em dizzy and slump with all the bounce
Ye Huh!
You know that I could be a bastard you is a phony you is a lame
You try your best just to mask it (Bang bang)
The thing I don't understand about society is why we don't put the nigga out
I'm quick to go put you on blast I find it funny how your baby booked a ticket for my show and now she be shakin' ass
On her titties you will find my autograph
There was this boy we used to fight we used to fight in the 7th grade
Now he's a hobo he's a gangster I swear that nigga a f*ckin' lame
Always knew what to do RASTAFARIA in my blood start a fire
Iya off course I got the sauce that will never expire
I'm tryna build I'm tryna build a motherf*ckin' empire
I'm tryna build I'm tryna build a career long like Mariah
A man can do anything if he can invent the wheel for a vagina
If you want the indoor come and hit me up I got the best supplier
Do you think that you is a competitor please I'm a 21 and I'ma have my key
I'm takin' offense when she not on her knees but when I'm inside then her then she wanna scream
Okay baby baby please
I like that apple bottom in your jeans yeah
You save for what?
Bang bang
For the money and the fancy stuff HANG MAN
I got the hang of the shit so I ran with the shit
Like a kid with a clip I'ma shoot at a jit
I showed you the vision the forbidden scroll
We cross out our X's and blow out the smoke
So you keepin' your O's nigga we want those
Someone get me a comma I need that shit now
To put three more zero's inside my account
Leavin' em dizzy and slump with all the bounce
Ye Huh!
You know that I could be a bastard you is a phony you is a lame
You try your best just to mask it (Bang bang)
The thing I don't understand about society is why we don't put the nigga out
I'm quick to go put you on blast I find it funny how your baby booked a ticket for my show and now she be shakin' ass
On her titties you will find my autograph
There was this boy we used to fight we used to fight in the 7th grade
Now he's a hobo he's a gangster I swear that nigga a f*ckin' lame
Always knew what to do RASTAFARIA in my blood start a fire
Iya off course I got the sauce that will never expire
I'm tryna build I'm tryna build a motherf*ckin' empire
I'm tryna build I'm tryna build a career long like Mariah
A man can do anything if he can invent the wheel for a vagina
If you want the indoor come and hit me up I got the best supplier
Do you think that you is a competitor please I'm a 21 and I'ma have my key
I'm takin' offense when she not on her knees but when I'm inside then her then she wanna scream
Okay baby baby please
I like that apple bottom in your jeans yeah
Writer: Ashton Cale
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