Let the band play
Yeah
All i need is one scale a couple bales came in this s**t by myself
Dolph why you f**k his girl uh s**t 'cause i'm a player
Quarterback no nfl drippy in chanel (Drippy)
Playin' hide and go seek in the mansion with my lil' girl (Aria)
Elevator was too crowded so i took the stairs
The whole industry was hatin' so now i give 'em hell
Business man i invest a whole million in the mail
Yeah (yeah) yeah (yeah) yeah (yeah) yeah
I i i treat bitches like some shoes i cop 'em by the pairs
She like when i grab her neck and pull her by her hair
In my city i'm more important than the f**n' mayor
Ten years straight i set the prices on the kush i swear
I got your b**h lookin' for flippa (where he at)
I let her ride like a bicycle
I pulled out and bust on her dimples
Quarter milli' for this richard
I had to run up them digits (run it up)
Niggas know that i'm the sickest (for real)
Bitches know that i'm the littest
Whip my d**k out and p**s on your feelings
I heard that lil' n**a from memphis
I heard he used to trap in fendi
I heard he went to jail in a bentley
Straps with me in new york city
Lil' black n**a with all this f**n' paper on me man
What the f**k they mean man
I can't go out like that huh hold up
Bangin' l's swangin' scales (what)
Shakin' got residue in my nails (what)
Started gettin' real money we bustin' bales
Everybody on the floor know the smell uh
Dropped out of high school
Had to start bringin' my glock couldn't show and tell uh
Big bro got life in the feds
Can't talk on the phone but he know his will
Walked out the trap with a big ol' bag
'til i pop in the house i was on the sale
We was sinnin' on sunday that b**h in my hand
But i'm sinnin' in my head know i'm gon' prevail uh
If i call her house phone
Tell her bring that b**h out cocked then my mama will
I was eighteen my og seen me hop out the benz or a bonneville
I bought a mansion
Pop in that b**h fresh off a shootout i'm hot as hell
Shh you gon' do some time niggas probably tell
F**k it this lifestyle know i probably will
I'm in new york with my n**a dolph
He rockin' wop but his neck on gabbana still
I'm rockin' christian dior with a bag full of blues
All black but it's prada still (swerve)
I'm in the 'raq benihana don't eat at hamada
See opp he get probably killed
Told lil' bro come out with me in bally
Get out the 'raq he might come near catch a body still
I'll pull up on your home in a lam' smokin' out a sack
Arch her back disappear artifact
I ain't comin' with s**t but my pipe and a box of mags
Twenty on me that's my starter pack
Gettin' too much money we ain't tryna make arch rivals
You know we spark ride
I was outside and that's the reason we won battles
N**a we weren't part time
Got a youngin he only send straight at you
You ain't never heard that snake rap
On a n**a head then we just can't catch you
Spin twice mad as f**k we went straight past you
Ever tried to kill a n**a just 'cause you had to
Leanin' up in the clubhouse like rascal
Everybody rich as f**k ain't nothin' past due
I could go grab a m from my mama pad too
Let me see what you gon' do we could team tag two
Oh you ain't with the s**t have somebody blast you
Kel tec on my lap if god bless you i tag you
Have you fillin' the bag with your fast food (p**y)
