[Intro]
If you put money over bitches, okay okay, that's the right movement
This that rubber band the money, yeah, this that ice music
Most these niggas Instagram gangsters, they just type shootin'
Had my youngin's spin the block, 'cause they like shootin'
[Verse 1]
If you put money over bitches, okay okay, that's the right movement
This that rubber band the money, yeah, this that ice music
Most these niggas Instagram gangsters, they just type shootin'
Had my youngin's spin the block, 'cause they like shootin'
We the 41 boys, prеsidential, the Obama gang
Came in this bitch with racks on mе, and a diamond chain
Catch 'em at the light, think this shit a game? This shit not a game
Hit 'em with the flame, it go bang, then it’s bye bye gang
Catch a rap nigga, out in public, take his ice off
My left pocket all blue, look like the Nightcrawler
Pulled up in some shit, super fast, 'cause I don’t like walkin'
I like countin' cash and drinking lean, I don’t like talkin'
Go head make the wrong move I swear this shit gon' jump off
We send 100 shots, you ain’t surviving, you ain’t Young Dolph
Walk inside my closet, you gon' think you in the Louis store
Fell in love with racks, told my last bitch I was moving on
[Pre-Chorus]
You know where I’m at, I’m in the trap, yeah I stay trapping
Niggas they be cap, in they raps, yeah, they stay bappin'
In the kitchen with some real dogs, this ain’t no cake batter
No security, I’m with lil' broski, he the face cracker
If you put money over bitches, okay okay, that's the right movement
This that rubber band the money, yeah, this that ice music
Most these niggas Instagram gangsters, they just type shootin'
Had my youngin's spin the block, 'cause they like shootin'
[Verse 1]
If you put money over bitches, okay okay, that's the right movement
This that rubber band the money, yeah, this that ice music
Most these niggas Instagram gangsters, they just type shootin'
Had my youngin's spin the block, 'cause they like shootin'
We the 41 boys, prеsidential, the Obama gang
Came in this bitch with racks on mе, and a diamond chain
Catch 'em at the light, think this shit a game? This shit not a game
Hit 'em with the flame, it go bang, then it’s bye bye gang
Catch a rap nigga, out in public, take his ice off
My left pocket all blue, look like the Nightcrawler
Pulled up in some shit, super fast, 'cause I don’t like walkin'
I like countin' cash and drinking lean, I don’t like talkin'
Go head make the wrong move I swear this shit gon' jump off
We send 100 shots, you ain’t surviving, you ain’t Young Dolph
Walk inside my closet, you gon' think you in the Louis store
Fell in love with racks, told my last bitch I was moving on
[Pre-Chorus]
You know where I’m at, I’m in the trap, yeah I stay trapping
Niggas they be cap, in they raps, yeah, they stay bappin'
In the kitchen with some real dogs, this ain’t no cake batter
No security, I’m with lil' broski, he the face cracker
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