Lyrics

If you put money over bitches, okay-okay (okay-okay), that's the right movement This that rubber band the money (yeah, that's the right movement), yeah, this that ice music (this that ice music) Most these niggas Instаgrаm gangstas, they just type shootin' ('em niggas they just type shootin') Had my youngins spin the block (bah-bah-bah), 'cause they like shootin' ('em niggas like shootin') If you put money over bitches, okay-okay (okay-okay), that's the right movement (that's the right movement) This that rubber band the money (yeah, rubber band), yeah, this that ice music (this that ice music) Most these niggas Instаgrаm gangstas, they just type shootin' (they just type shootin') Had my youngins spin the block (bah-bah-bah), 'cause they like shootin' (they like shootin') We the 41 boys (we 41 boys), presidential, the Obama gang (Obama gang) Came in this bitch with racks on me, and a diamond chain (diamond chain) Catch 'em at the light, think this a game? This shit not a game (bah-bah-bah) Hit 'em with the flame, it go bang, then it's bye bye gang (bang-bang) Catch a rap nigga, out in public, take his ice off (take his ice) My left pocket all blue, look like the Nightcrawler (sure, Nightcrawler) Pulled up in some shit, superfast, 'cause I don't like walkin' (yeah, I don't like walkin') I like countin' cash and drinkin' lean, I don't like talkin' Go head make the wrong move, I swear this shit gon' jump off (gon' jump) We send a hunnid shots, you ain't survivin', you ain't Young Dolph (fuckin' figgy, Young Dolph) Walk inside my closet, you gon' think you in the Louis store (yeah, Louis) Fell in love with racks, told my last bitch I was movin' on (I'm movin' on) You know where I'm at, I'm in the trap, yeah, I stay trappin' (yeah, I stay trappin') Niggas they be cap, in they raps, yeah, they stay bappin' (niggas cap) In the kitchen with some real dawg, this ain't no cake batter (yeah, real dawg) No security, I'm with lil' broski, he the face cracker (he the face cracker) Yeah (bah), yeah (bah), yeah Just left the bank with so much cash, this bitch think I robbed it (yeah, they think I robbed it) I put the down the basketball, and I picked up the choppa (choppa) We the big opps, we get the drop, we the droppers (yeah, we the droppers), uh, yeah If you put money over bitches, okay-okay, that's the right movement (yeah, okay-okay) This that rubber band the money (that's the right movement), yeah, this that ice music (this that ice music) Most these niggas Instаgrаm gangstas, they just type shootin' (they type shootin') Had my youngins spin the block, 'cause they like shootin' (bah, bah, bah, like shootin') We the 41 boys (we the 41 boys), presidential, the Obama gang (Obama gang) Came in this bitch with racks on me, and a diamond chain (yeah, diamond chain) Catch 'em at the light, think this a game? This shit not a game (bah, bah, bah) Hit 'em with the flame, it go bang, then it's bye bye gang We the big opps (yeah, big opps), we get the drop, we the droppers, nigga Shawty wanna check, fuck a check, I'm not that nigga (I'm not that nigga) Catch my broski killer, shoot his face, and I will not stop blickin' (bah, bah, bah) Pull up for the three, I won't miss it, I'm not Ben Simmons Drop a fuckin' bomb, on top ya block, shit like TNT (bah, bah, bah) Disrespect us, you D-I-E, get put to B-E-D Had my youngins come through, air this shit out like a BNB All black suburban trucks and Benzos, this the CLE (yeah, this CLE) They said, "What's yo' name?", yeah, I'm the GOAT (yeah, I'm the GOAT), what the fuck you think? (Fuck you think?) I sip so much drank, when I bleed, I think my blood pink (uh) .40 hit his face, then hit his chest, he do the Harlem shake (yeah) Yeah, he caught a body, but then he told, and that shit dropped his rank (yeah) You know where I'm at, I'm in the trap, yeah, I stay trappin' (yeah, I stay trappin') Niggas they be cap, in they raps, yeah, they stay bappin' ('em niggas cap) In the kitchen with some real dawg, this ain't no cake batter (yeah, that's real dawg) No security, I'm with lil' broski he the face cracker (he the face cracker)
Writer(s): Jaquan Borneo Lee Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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