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AceTheFace This ain't a Milly Rock, this a money dance And my shit ain't hard, that's a thirty in my pants I got thirty of them bands, I'ma make a stripper dance And I'ma **** a b***h nigga 'cause he nerdy, she a fan The m***y either white or it's yellow like some sand If you need it, hit my line, know I got it, I'm the man Oxycontin, thizzle, Xans, that's what made me all these bands Niggas talkin' hella reckless so we layin' all these hands Bands, bands, bands, all I think about commas Thirty in a forty, all I think about drama I'm finna get this money, give it right to my mama Playin' with the chicken, you gon' meet all the llamas Bands, bands, bands, all I think about commas Thirty in a forty, all I think about drama I'm finna get this money, give it right to my mama Playin' with the chicken, you gon' meet all the llamas I need money, I need p***y, I need drank (I need drank) Niggas knockin', ain't a fiend and I'm straight (Man) These niggas tellin' stories but they don't be who we think (Nah) Talkin' like he ain't a b***h but he lyin' in your face (****) I been bossin' since a rookie, watchin' niggas from the back Smokin' cookie out the pack and shootin' niggas rockin' black (Rrah) P's gettin' taxed, I guess I'm back to sellin' crack Got a lick for couple racks, then tell a nigga where it's at (Where it's at) This ain't a Milly Rock, this a money dance And my shit ain't hard, that's a thirty in my pants I got thirty of them bands, I'ma make a stripper dance And I'ma **** a b***h nigga 'cause he nerdy, she a fan The m***y either white or it's yellow like some sand If you need it, hit my line, know I got it, I'm the man Oxycontin, thizzle, Xans, that's what made me all these bands Niggas talkin' hella reckless so we layin' all these hands I sip big juice but you niggas probably knew that I'm ridin' 'round with two straps, I'm wavy like a durag (Durag) My niggas see a lick, we finna hit it, niggas do that (Do that) I cheated on my b***h, I'm 'bout to go and buy a new bag (A new bag) You niggas almost made it but you didn't, nigga, too bad (That's too bad) I'm cashin', counted forty bands off the backend What happened? Niggas talkin' reckless 'til we spazzin' Poppin' it, my nigga, you ain't really 'bout that action (Poppin') Tell that nigga to send them codes right now I'm tryna get it, tryna get this shit gone right now, right now I been juggin' off these phones like how Nigga, how you turn a cool hundred to a light thousand, light thousand'? This shit regular baby, I swear to God (No cap) No, you can't compare with us, lady, yo, this the mob (B***h) All my niggas ready like Freddy if it's a prob (Grrah) Chop a nigga, now he spaghetti up in the pot This ain't a Milly Rock, this a money dance And my shit ain't hard, that's a thirty in my pants I got thirty of them bands, I'ma make a stripper dance And I'ma **** a b***h nigga 'cause he nerdy, she a fan The m***y either white or it's yellow like some sand If you need it, hit my line, know I got it, I'm the man Oxycontin, thizzle, Xans, that's what made me all these bands Niggas talkin' hella reckless so we layin' all these hands
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