CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Bandemic
Grah, grah, boom
Get Money
Bizzy, uh, look
Still up on the block (Still up on the what?)
Still got thirty shots
Still got hella knots
They know how we rock (Grah, grah, grah)
Uh, still up bending blocks
Still will make it hot
This shit ain't gon' stop (Facts)
Uh, fuck on any thot
They let my shooter out the box
Yeah, you know Molly on the rock
Uh, these nigga's know we don't play
This shit no rap money, this designer weed and a bunch of SBA
This be that trap money, get you slapped money, got your bitch all in my face
I'm just stuck up in my ways
Wearing Gucci like it's J's
We ain't get no lemonade
I got shooters with me, on court shooting like they be up in the A
Niggas with me wanted to be ball players, now they rapping everyday
Started with a blunt of haze (With a blunt of haze)
Now my spliff full of dead niggas, Leeky gonna smoke 'em to the face
Just a wild nigga with some money now, do a hit up out the Wraith
Uh, sticks we got a bunch of them (Got a bunch of them)
Ah, ah, yeah that's cuz and them (Ay yo, said that)
Who them niggas? We don't fuck with them
He jacking what? He a double ten
We done spinned and did a bunch of shit
I can never say, "What's up", to them
All the opp niggas, suck a dick
Bitch, we still getting money
Hella waves in this bandemic
Amiri sagging with some bands in it
Shorty trying to put her hands in it
Glock on me, got a stance with it
Uh, so you know I can't dance
Dior shipment, got it coming from France
She wanna fuck but she don't got a chance, like
Uh, I see these nigga's trying to copy waves
You will get boxed for trying to come and fade
We going to bite to get you out the way
He might say a joke but he ain't trying to play, like, uh (Grah, grah, boom, grah, grah)
We done spinned and did a bunch of shit
I can never say, "What's up", to them
All the opp niggas, suck a dick
Bitch, we still getting money
Hella waves in this bandemic
Amiri sagging with some bands in it
Shorty trying to put her hands in it
Get Money
Bizzy, uh, look
Still up on the block (Still up on the what?)
Still got thirty shots
Still got hella knots
They know how we rock (Grah, grah, grah)
Uh, still up bending blocks
Still will make it hot
This shit ain't gon' stop (Facts)
Uh, fuck on any thot
They let my shooter out the box
Yeah, you know Molly on the rock
Uh, these nigga's know we don't play
This shit no rap money, this designer weed and a bunch of SBA
This be that trap money, get you slapped money, got your bitch all in my face
I'm just stuck up in my ways
Wearing Gucci like it's J's
We ain't get no lemonade
I got shooters with me, on court shooting like they be up in the A
Niggas with me wanted to be ball players, now they rapping everyday
Started with a blunt of haze (With a blunt of haze)
Now my spliff full of dead niggas, Leeky gonna smoke 'em to the face
Just a wild nigga with some money now, do a hit up out the Wraith
Uh, sticks we got a bunch of them (Got a bunch of them)
Ah, ah, yeah that's cuz and them (Ay yo, said that)
Who them niggas? We don't fuck with them
He jacking what? He a double ten
We done spinned and did a bunch of shit
I can never say, "What's up", to them
All the opp niggas, suck a dick
Bitch, we still getting money
Hella waves in this bandemic
Amiri sagging with some bands in it
Shorty trying to put her hands in it
Glock on me, got a stance with it
Uh, so you know I can't dance
Dior shipment, got it coming from France
She wanna fuck but she don't got a chance, like
Uh, I see these nigga's trying to copy waves
You will get boxed for trying to come and fade
We going to bite to get you out the way
He might say a joke but he ain't trying to play, like, uh (Grah, grah, boom, grah, grah)
We done spinned and did a bunch of shit
I can never say, "What's up", to them
All the opp niggas, suck a dick
Bitch, we still getting money
Hella waves in this bandemic
Amiri sagging with some bands in it
Shorty trying to put her hands in it
