Bandemic

Get Money

Bizzy, uh, look

Still up on the block (Still up on the what?)

Still got thirty shots, still got hella knots

They know how we rock (Grah, grah, grah)

Uh, still a bend a block, still will make it hot

This shit ain't gon' stop (Facts)

Uh, fuck on any thot

They let my shooter out the box

Yeah, you know Molly on the rock (What? Uh)

These **** know we don't play

This shit no rap money

This designer weed and a bunch of SBA

This be that trap money, get you slapped money

Got your bitch all in my face (Woo)

I'm just stuck up in my ways

Wearing Gucci like it's Jay's

We ain't get no lemonade

I got shooters with me on court

Shooting like they be up in the A

**** with me wanted to be ball players

Now they rapping every day

Started with a blunt of haze (With a blunt of haze)

Now my spliff full of dead ****

Leeky gon' smoke 'em to the face

Just a wild **** with some money now

Do a hit up out the Wraith

Uh, sticks we got a bunch of them (Got a bunch of them)

Ah, ah, yeah that's 'cuz and them (Ay yo, said that)

Who them ****? We don't fuck with them

He jacking what? He a double ten

We done spinned and did a bunch of shit

I can never say "what's up" to them

All the opp ****, suck a dick

Bitch, we still getting money

Hella waves in this bandemic

Amiri sagging with some bands in it

Shorty tryna put her hands in it

Glock on me, got a stance with it

Uh, so you know I can't dance

Dior shipment, got it coming from France

She wanna fuck but she don't got a chance, like

Uh, I see these **** tryna copy waves

You will get boxed for tryna come and fade

We gonna bite to get you out the way

He might say a joke but he ain't trying to play, like, uh (Grah, grah, boom, grah, grah)

We done spinned and did a bunch of shit

I can never say "what's up" to them

All the opp ****, suck a dick

Bitch, we still getting money

Hella waves in this bandemic

Amiri sagging with some bands in it

Shorty tryna put her hands in it