Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Lavaboy
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Lavaboy
Songwriter
Cesar Castro
Composer
Lyrics
Money silly, I got dummy bands
You don't understand
Break a bitch, I do the running man
Make a hunnid bands
Spend that shit up on some toolie cams
You don't understand
Full of shit, a one, two with these hands
Need a hunnid grams
Money silly, I got dummy bands
You don't understand
Break a bitch, I do the running man
Make a hunnid bands
Spend that shit up on some toolie cams
You don't understand
Full of shit, a one, two with these hands
Need a hunnid grams
Come and slide through, like, what's up?
Lil' shawty, what's up?
Got me feelin' like a stunna
Don't need to run up
Okay, I bring it like right back
Man, it's been a minute, hit my plug, get a light pass
She want it like that
Hold up, wait a minute, fuck that
I walk up in this bitch, why you actin' like my bro, though?
I can tell you mad, why you starin', takin' photo?
Man, don't hit me up, don't give a fuck about your promo
I'll shoot the chrome heart shit bleam, and you know, though (Hah)
(Ah) Uh, uh, uh, money silly, I got dummy bands
You don't understand
Break a bitch, I do the running man
Make a hunnid bands
Spend that shit up on some toolie cams
You don't understand
Full of shit, a one, two with these hands
Need a hunnid grams
Money silly, I got dummy bands
You don't understand
Break a bitch, I do the running man
Make a hunnid bands
Spend that shit up on some toolie cams
You don't understand
Full of shit, a one, two with these hands
Need a hunnid grams (Hah)
Written by: Cesar Castro, Lavaboy