Rubber bands
Money in my hands
This is all the plan
Ladies think that I'm the man
Rubber bands
Money in my hands
Count a couple grand then I drive out into Van
Enemies
I don't need enemies
I just keep the peace but Ill still leave you deceased
The 17th
It's the f*cking 17th
Looking like a dream as I pull up on the scene
Getting Throwed
Just pull up at my show
We got hella smoke
Leave you looking like a ghost
Lets make a toast
Took a different approach
Now Im on the path to the thing I want the most
Eyes closed cause now Im losing control
I just let go
Hope I find my way home
In this world
It can swallow you whole
Now Im feeling cold and I think I lost my soul
Had to slow it all down right now
Thinking too much
I just need to calm down
I just need to go
Need to get out of this town
Need to run
I ain't gon' be here for long
Gotta leave a mark and run
I aint got no time for fun
I gotta be number one
I gotta make all the money
I gotta make all the bands
I gotta get the advance
I gotta go to the bank
I gotta sip on this drank while Im making this cash
Babygirl doing a dance
Rubber bands
Money in my hands
This is all the plan
Ladies think that I'm the man
Rubber bands
Money in my hands
Count a couple grand then I drive out into Van
Enemies
I don't need enemies
I just keep the peace but Ill still leave you deceased
The 17th
It's the f*cking 17th
Looking like a dream as I pull up on the scene
I don't got enemies
If I do I multiply like ten of me
I don't care about you or your jealousies
I don't give a f*ck about a petty beef
I'm too busy eating all this fettuccine
With my bitches, we travel the seven seas
Eating fish by the beach, drinking grenadine
Posting pics of the shit like remember me?
Colosseum in Rome
Chilling while y'all chopping keys of the blow
Y'all don't got freedom no more
While I'm out here shopping overseas for some gold
Thats the shit that they gon' hate on you for
I ain't on a label no more
But I don't got hate in me, sorry
I don't got time for that, ain't it too short, life
Hop in my whip and we'll drive
Pop in my shit and we vibe
Hotties are sitting inside and they smoking on loud cause that shit I provide
A trunk of green
We eager to ride
And they f*cking with me till we die
Speeding between all the lines
I don't read speed limit signs
Vision is double, Im seeing shit twice
Sirens are going, I see the cops now and I think that they pulling me over
They probably smell the aroma, plus I been sippin' that rum with the cola
Pocket got a couple of boulders
Duffle bag in back stuffed with doja
Think we in trouble, you f*cked up its over
Know I got myself a gun and a holster
Rubber bands
Money in my hands
This is all the plan
Ladies think that I'm the man
Rubber bands
Money in my hands
Count a couple grand then I drive out into Van
Enemies
I don't need enemies
I just keep the peace but Ill still leave you deceased
The 17th
It's the f*cking 17th
Looking like a dream as I pull up on the scene
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Walter the 17th - Enemies (feat. Junk) Lyrics
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Rubber bands
Money in my hands
This is all the plan
Ladies think that I'm the man
Rubber bands
Money in my hands
Count a couple grand then I drive out into Van
Enemies
I don't need enemies
I just keep the peace but Ill still leave you deceased
The 17th
It's the f*cking 17th
Looking like a dream as I pull up on the scene
Getting Throwed
Just pull up at my show
We got hella smoke
Leave you looking like a ghost
Lets make a toast
Took a different approach
Now Im on the path to the thing I want the most
Eyes closed cause now Im losing control
I just let go
Hope I find my way home
In this world
It can swallow you whole
Now Im feeling cold and I think I lost my soul
Had to slow it all down right now
Thinking too much
I just need to calm down
I just need to go
Need to get out of this town
Need to run
I ain't gon' be here for long
Gotta leave a mark and run
I aint got no time for fun
I gotta be number one
I gotta make all the money
I gotta make all the bands
I gotta get the advance
I gotta go to the bank
I gotta sip on this drank while Im making this cash
Babygirl doing a dance
Rubber bands
Money in my hands
This is all the plan
Ladies think that I'm the man
Rubber bands
Money in my hands
Count a couple grand then I drive out into Van
Enemies
I don't need enemies
I just keep the peace but Ill still leave you deceased
The 17th
It's the f*cking 17th
Looking like a dream as I pull up on the scene
I don't got enemies
If I do I multiply like ten of me
I don't care about you or your jealousies
I don't give a f*ck about a petty beef
I'm too busy eating all this fettuccine
With my bitches, we travel the seven seas
Eating fish by the beach, drinking grenadine
Posting pics of the shit like remember me?
Colosseum in Rome
Chilling while y'all chopping keys of the blow
Y'all don't got freedom no more
While I'm out here shopping overseas for some gold
Thats the shit that they gon' hate on you for
I ain't on a label no more
But I don't got hate in me, sorry
I don't got time for that, ain't it too short, life
Hop in my whip and we'll drive
Pop in my shit and we vibe
Hotties are sitting inside and they smoking on loud cause that shit I provide
A trunk of green
We eager to ride
And they f*cking with me till we die
Speeding between all the lines
I don't read speed limit signs
Vision is double, Im seeing shit twice
Sirens are going, I see the cops now and I think that they pulling me over
They probably smell the aroma, plus I been sippin' that rum with the cola
Pocket got a couple of boulders
Duffle bag in back stuffed with doja
Think we in trouble, you f*cked up its over
Know I got myself a gun and a holster
Rubber bands
Money in my hands
This is all the plan
Ladies think that I'm the man
Rubber bands
Money in my hands
Count a couple grand then I drive out into Van
Enemies
I don't need enemies
I just keep the peace but Ill still leave you deceased
The 17th
It's the f*cking 17th
Looking like a dream as I pull up on the scene
Money in my hands
This is all the plan
Ladies think that I'm the man
Rubber bands
Money in my hands
Count a couple grand then I drive out into Van
Enemies
I don't need enemies
I just keep the peace but Ill still leave you deceased
The 17th
It's the f*cking 17th
Looking like a dream as I pull up on the scene
Getting Throwed
Just pull up at my show
We got hella smoke
Leave you looking like a ghost
Lets make a toast
Took a different approach
Now Im on the path to the thing I want the most
Eyes closed cause now Im losing control
I just let go
Hope I find my way home
In this world
It can swallow you whole
Now Im feeling cold and I think I lost my soul
Had to slow it all down right now
Thinking too much
I just need to calm down
I just need to go
Need to get out of this town
Need to run
I ain't gon' be here for long
Gotta leave a mark and run
I aint got no time for fun
I gotta be number one
I gotta make all the money
I gotta make all the bands
I gotta get the advance
I gotta go to the bank
I gotta sip on this drank while Im making this cash
Babygirl doing a dance
Rubber bands
Money in my hands
This is all the plan
Ladies think that I'm the man
Rubber bands
Money in my hands
Count a couple grand then I drive out into Van
Enemies
I don't need enemies
I just keep the peace but Ill still leave you deceased
The 17th
It's the f*cking 17th
Looking like a dream as I pull up on the scene
I don't got enemies
If I do I multiply like ten of me
I don't care about you or your jealousies
I don't give a f*ck about a petty beef
I'm too busy eating all this fettuccine
With my bitches, we travel the seven seas
Eating fish by the beach, drinking grenadine
Posting pics of the shit like remember me?
Colosseum in Rome
Chilling while y'all chopping keys of the blow
Y'all don't got freedom no more
While I'm out here shopping overseas for some gold
Thats the shit that they gon' hate on you for
I ain't on a label no more
But I don't got hate in me, sorry
I don't got time for that, ain't it too short, life
Hop in my whip and we'll drive
Pop in my shit and we vibe
Hotties are sitting inside and they smoking on loud cause that shit I provide
A trunk of green
We eager to ride
And they f*cking with me till we die
Speeding between all the lines
I don't read speed limit signs
Vision is double, Im seeing shit twice
Sirens are going, I see the cops now and I think that they pulling me over
They probably smell the aroma, plus I been sippin' that rum with the cola
Pocket got a couple of boulders
Duffle bag in back stuffed with doja
Think we in trouble, you f*cked up its over
Know I got myself a gun and a holster
Rubber bands
Money in my hands
This is all the plan
Ladies think that I'm the man
Rubber bands
Money in my hands
Count a couple grand then I drive out into Van
Enemies
I don't need enemies
I just keep the peace but Ill still leave you deceased
The 17th
It's the f*cking 17th
Looking like a dream as I pull up on the scene
Writer: Ian Tonino, Walter Wynn
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid