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Bands in my pants, keep ‘em kinda slanted All about the money, know I got to have it 30 on me any time we out in traffic Yoppers on us any time we out in traffic Pack touching down, time to bust 'em out the plastic This for my dogs, niggas, moms, dukes, and the grammy Bands in my pants, keep ‘em kinda slanted All about the money, know I got to have it 30 on me any time we out in traffic Yoppers on us any time we out in traffic Pack touching down, time to bust 'em out the plastic This for my dogs, niggas, moms, dukes, and the grammy I want a million My diamonds and my bitches come from the water This shit here Meridian I save 100 grams off the top I run with niggas running from the cops We send them things up to Philly Do numbers, it’s silly We get this shit around the clock Used to sell fifty twenties for a knot I got them pretty bitches in here fucking with pimping From East Kentucky up to Grand Rapids, Michigan Letras de cancionesWait, we might just [?] the state of the century Shoot these bitches out the gate, is you listening? We too cold, man a nigga we [?] I’m a player first and I’m ‘bout my dividends Might just have your bitch up under the [?] for me Bands in my pants, keep ‘em kinda slanted All about the money, know I got to have it 30 on me any time we out in traffic Yoppers on us any time we out in traffic Pack touching down, time to bust 'em out the plastic This for my dogs, niggas, moms, dukes, and the grammy Bands in my pants, keep ‘em kinda slanted All about the money, know I got to have it 30 on me any time we out in traffic Yoppers on us any time we out in traffic Pack touching down, time to bust 'em out the plastic This for my dogs, niggas, moms, dukes, and the grammy We ran them sticks like they goin’ out of fashion Looking for the action, I’m going through traffic I just made a flip like perfect gymnastics And put ten thousand dollars inside a mattress I just spent ten thousand dollars on passengers Fuck my bitch, man I believe in the Actavis Some fucking reason I’m riding the fashion Free Austin, free [?] Free my nigga Bookie, free my nigga [?] Motherfuck the 12, motherfuck ‘em all These bitches free, needa pay for y’all I don’t catch freebies, I don’t lay with y’all I ain’t got to tell you motherfuckers twice Lookin’ at my face, tell ‘em fuck the law I ain’t got to tell you ‘bout the time they hit the spot Bitch you got to drop your fucking drawers No letting you niggas’ teams on the ball I was tryna get my team out the yard Serving everything, fiends in and out You was tryna take a bitch to haunted house I ain’t never took a bitch to haunted house I’m a head hunter, I just want the mouth If you see a pussy nigga point him out If you got the money, nigga count it out Bands in my pants, keep ‘em kinda slanted All about the money, know I got to have it 30 on me any time we out in traffic Yoppers on us any time we out in traffic Pack touching down, time to bust 'em out the plastic This for my dogs, niggas, moms, dukes, and the grammy Bands in my pants, keep ‘em kinda slanted All about the money, know I got to have it 30 on me any time we out in traffic Yoppers on us any time we out in traffic Pack touching down, time to bust 'em out the plastic This for my dogs, niggas, moms, dukes, and the grammy From Letras Mania