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This ain't a milli rock, this a money dance And my d*** ain't hard, that's a 30 in my pants I got 30 of them bands, I'ma make a script of dance And I'ma f*** Dick, wig in the club cause he nerdy, she a fan The d*** either white or it's yellow like that's what I'm sayin' If you need it hit my line, know I got it on a man And I can't stop until it's over That's what made me all these bands, n****s talkin' hella reggla So we laying all these hands, band, band, bands All I think about, commas 30 in a 40, all I think about, drama I'm finna get this money, give it right to my momma Playin' with the chicken, you gon' meet all the llamas Band, band, bands All I think about, commas 30 in a 40, all I think about, drama I'm finna get this money, give it right to my momma Playin' with the chicken, you gon' meet all the llamas I need money, I need weed, I need drink Knockin' ain't a fiend and I'm straight Tellin' stories but they don't be who we think Talkin' like he ain't a pimp, but he lyin' in your face I been bustin' since a rookie, watchin' n****s from the back Spittin' cookie out the package, shootin' n****s rockin' black Peds gettin' taxed, I guess I'm back to sellin' coke Gotta lick for a couple racks and tell a n**** where it's at This ain't a milli ride, this a money dance And my d*** ain't hard, that's a 30 in my pants I got 30 of them bands, I'ma make a script but dance And I'ma f*** Dick, wig in the club cause he nerdy, she a fan The f*** either white or it's yellow, that's what I'm sayin' If you need it, hit my line, know I got it on a man And I keep talkin' to those Xanax, that's what make me all these bands N****s talkin' hella reckless, so we layin' all these hens I said, big juice, but you n****s probably knew that I'm ridin' round with two straps, I'm wavy like a durag Might see a lick, we finna hit it, n***a, do that I cheated on my b***h, I'm bout to go and buy a new bag I almost made it, but you didn't, n***a, too bad I'm cashin', countin' 40 bands off the back end What happened? N****s talkin' reckless till we spazzin' Poppin' in my n***a, you ain't really bout that action Right now, I'm tryna get it, tryna get the clack on Right now, right now, I've been diggin' all these for a lifetime How you turn a cool hunnid to a lifetime, lifetime? This your regular, baby, I swear to God No, you can't compare with us, lady, yo, this the mob I'm on it, ready, like Freddy, if it's a prop Choppin' ice, spaghetti up in the box This ain't a milli-rod, this a money dance And my d*** ain't hard, that's a 30 in my pants I got 30 of them bands, I'ma make a script, but dancin' I'ma f*** dick with a n***a, fezzy, nerdy, she a fan The f*** either white or it's yellow, that's what I'm sayin' If you need it, hit my line, know I got it on a man And I keep stompin' through Zoom, that's what made me all these bands N***a talkin' hella reckless, so we layin' all these hands