20 50 100s Billionaire Black & FBG Duck
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[Intro: Billionaire Black]
Twenties, fifties, hunnas
Clout up, Clout Boyz, let's get it
Sometimes I wonder (Think), go under
The munna, twenties, fifties, hunnas (Let's get it)
Bad bitches in London (London)
All this munna, twenties, fifties—
Let's get it
[Chorus: Billionaire Black]
Sometimes I wonder would I go under? (No, no, no, no)
Do anything for munna, them twenties, fifties, hunnas (Band up, band up, band up)
But now we stuntin', bad bitches in London (Woo)
I'm in love with munna, them twenties, fifties, hunnas (Band up, band up, band up, band up)
Sometimes I wonder would I go under? (No, no, no)
Do anything for munna, them twenties, fifties, hunnas (Band up, band up)
And now we stuntin', bad bitches in London (Let's get it)
In love with munna, them twenties, fifties, hunnas (Band up, band up)
(Clout God)
[Verse 1: Billionaire Black]
Sometimes I wonder, I really wonder (What you think?)
Will my partners switch up on me for some munna? (No, no, no, no)
This shit ain't nothin' 'cause I be stuntin' (Band up)
I just sit back, blow a KD of that thunder (Dope)
Smoke I got you run up, you'll get gunned up (Brrat-brrat)
Never lackin', you won't do me like J Munna (J Munna)
That gun hold a plunger, these niggas funny (No, no)
These niggas ain't one hundred, these niggas anaconda (Let's get it)
[?] need a Rolls-Royce, I ain't got no choice (Okay, okay)
I fucked your bitch like oh, boy, you boys ain't makin' no noise (Damn, damn, damn)
My niggas play with big toys, that's all you get, boy
Spot him, scout him, shot his ass, bro, here come the Jake boys
And I get munna, so much munna (So much money)
That gun clip shoot a movie, hold a hundred
Damn, Nick Cannon, I'm drummin', my young niggas, they comin'
Thirty-popper, Robin shorts for the summer, gang
Twenties, fifties, hunnas
Clout up, Clout Boyz, let's get it
Sometimes I wonder (Think), go under
The munna, twenties, fifties, hunnas (Let's get it)
Bad bitches in London (London)
All this munna, twenties, fifties—
Let's get it
[Chorus: Billionaire Black]
Sometimes I wonder would I go under? (No, no, no, no)
Do anything for munna, them twenties, fifties, hunnas (Band up, band up, band up)
But now we stuntin', bad bitches in London (Woo)
I'm in love with munna, them twenties, fifties, hunnas (Band up, band up, band up, band up)
Sometimes I wonder would I go under? (No, no, no)
Do anything for munna, them twenties, fifties, hunnas (Band up, band up)
And now we stuntin', bad bitches in London (Let's get it)
In love with munna, them twenties, fifties, hunnas (Band up, band up)
(Clout God)
[Verse 1: Billionaire Black]
Sometimes I wonder, I really wonder (What you think?)
Will my partners switch up on me for some munna? (No, no, no, no)
This shit ain't nothin' 'cause I be stuntin' (Band up)
I just sit back, blow a KD of that thunder (Dope)
Smoke I got you run up, you'll get gunned up (Brrat-brrat)
Never lackin', you won't do me like J Munna (J Munna)
That gun hold a plunger, these niggas funny (No, no)
These niggas ain't one hundred, these niggas anaconda (Let's get it)
[?] need a Rolls-Royce, I ain't got no choice (Okay, okay)
I fucked your bitch like oh, boy, you boys ain't makin' no noise (Damn, damn, damn)
My niggas play with big toys, that's all you get, boy
Spot him, scout him, shot his ass, bro, here come the Jake boys
And I get munna, so much munna (So much money)
That gun clip shoot a movie, hold a hundred
Damn, Nick Cannon, I'm drummin', my young niggas, they comin'
Thirty-popper, Robin shorts for the summer, gang
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