Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang, I
Let the trunk knock and let the fifth wheel hang
I told my pops this some shit that he can bang
And cruise to the J-O til I get em out that cycle
Ante up! I need the cash flow
So I can put my whole fam on the payroll and lay low
Crispy like a Pringo, dip ya hand in the bag
Get a glimpse of the gold before the soul is all you have
I, see nothing' but progress and mo' checks and success
And chickens still wanna sick he duck I'm still black as shit and playa as f*ck
I stepped my game up
Land of the shark and gorillas
Known to get the scrilla
From spring to the winter
Been the trillest little nigga since the infant
So I ain't worried 'bout yo list and shit
I'm just worried 'bout my hit list pimp
I'm just worried bout my chips then dip
It's still
0 f*cks givin' but they still hatin' (uh)
All I show is love but the still hatin'
Cuz they bitch wanna roll why they still hatin'?
Cuz we don't "do it for the 'gram" why the still hatin?
Only seen a couple bucks, but they still hatin'
Is it cuz it's cuz it's addin up is why they still hatin'?
And we don't do it for the streams while they still hatin'
It's just the cream and the team since they still hatin'?
Tryin' to leave a hella grip for my kids nshit
Nip it all in the bud if it ain't love
Shake 'em up shake 'em all seven of 'em
Black nigga deeply rooted I'm a young Kunta
Pigeon-footed bowlegged cut my foot we cut yo family nigga
I want my freedom just to roam the street
Without a cracker or a jacker or the police watching
Money with no limitations is equality
And let a dime with some quality swallow me
And she ain't gotta be on TV or DVD
She just loyal to the kid, if she ever leave
I don't chase 'em I replace 'em, with the paper
And make moves and new grooves and need Anita Baker's
To sing up on the mic and leave the kid impressed
Hate it when I leave
Love it when I come
Love it when I go
Love it when we roll
Love to take control
It's still
0 f*cks given cuz she hate me
I show her mad love but she still hate me
It's cuz these bitches wanna roll Is why she hate me
I said baby holds it down but she hate me
And I ain't even tryna f*ck em but she hate me
And I don't do it for these hoes but she hate me
It's still CREAM and the team since she hate me
Cash Rules Everything Around Me, CREAM
Get the Dolla Dolla Bill y'all
Twitter Video (MV)
Ari Tha Homie - Twitter Lyrics
We currently do not have these lyrics.
If you would like to submit them, please use the form below.
We currently do not have these lyrics.
If you would like to submit them, please use the form below.
Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang, I
Let the trunk knock and let the fifth wheel hang
I told my pops this some shit that he can bang
And cruise to the J-O til I get em out that cycle
Ante up! I need the cash flow
So I can put my whole fam on the payroll and lay low
Crispy like a Pringo, dip ya hand in the bag
Get a glimpse of the gold before the soul is all you have
I, see nothing' but progress and mo' checks and success
And chickens still wanna sick he duck I'm still black as shit and playa as f*ck
I stepped my game up
Land of the shark and gorillas
Known to get the scrilla
From spring to the winter
Been the trillest little nigga since the infant
So I ain't worried 'bout yo list and shit
I'm just worried 'bout my hit list pimp
I'm just worried bout my chips then dip
It's still
0 f*cks givin' but they still hatin' (uh)
All I show is love but the still hatin'
Cuz they bitch wanna roll why they still hatin'?
Cuz we don't "do it for the 'gram" why the still hatin?
Only seen a couple bucks, but they still hatin'
Is it cuz it's cuz it's addin up is why they still hatin'?
And we don't do it for the streams while they still hatin'
It's just the cream and the team since they still hatin'?
Tryin' to leave a hella grip for my kids nshit
Nip it all in the bud if it ain't love
Shake 'em up shake 'em all seven of 'em
Black nigga deeply rooted I'm a young Kunta
Pigeon-footed bowlegged cut my foot we cut yo family nigga
I want my freedom just to roam the street
Without a cracker or a jacker or the police watching
Money with no limitations is equality
And let a dime with some quality swallow me
And she ain't gotta be on TV or DVD
She just loyal to the kid, if she ever leave
I don't chase 'em I replace 'em, with the paper
And make moves and new grooves and need Anita Baker's
To sing up on the mic and leave the kid impressed
Hate it when I leave
Love it when I come
Love it when I go
Love it when we roll
Love to take control
It's still
0 f*cks given cuz she hate me
I show her mad love but she still hate me
It's cuz these bitches wanna roll Is why she hate me
I said baby holds it down but she hate me
And I ain't even tryna f*ck em but she hate me
And I don't do it for these hoes but she hate me
It's still CREAM and the team since she hate me
Cash Rules Everything Around Me, CREAM
Get the Dolla Dolla Bill y'all
Let the trunk knock and let the fifth wheel hang
I told my pops this some shit that he can bang
And cruise to the J-O til I get em out that cycle
Ante up! I need the cash flow
So I can put my whole fam on the payroll and lay low
Crispy like a Pringo, dip ya hand in the bag
Get a glimpse of the gold before the soul is all you have
I, see nothing' but progress and mo' checks and success
And chickens still wanna sick he duck I'm still black as shit and playa as f*ck
I stepped my game up
Land of the shark and gorillas
Known to get the scrilla
From spring to the winter
Been the trillest little nigga since the infant
So I ain't worried 'bout yo list and shit
I'm just worried 'bout my hit list pimp
I'm just worried bout my chips then dip
It's still
0 f*cks givin' but they still hatin' (uh)
All I show is love but the still hatin'
Cuz they bitch wanna roll why they still hatin'?
Cuz we don't "do it for the 'gram" why the still hatin?
Only seen a couple bucks, but they still hatin'
Is it cuz it's cuz it's addin up is why they still hatin'?
And we don't do it for the streams while they still hatin'
It's just the cream and the team since they still hatin'?
Tryin' to leave a hella grip for my kids nshit
Nip it all in the bud if it ain't love
Shake 'em up shake 'em all seven of 'em
Black nigga deeply rooted I'm a young Kunta
Pigeon-footed bowlegged cut my foot we cut yo family nigga
I want my freedom just to roam the street
Without a cracker or a jacker or the police watching
Money with no limitations is equality
And let a dime with some quality swallow me
And she ain't gotta be on TV or DVD
She just loyal to the kid, if she ever leave
I don't chase 'em I replace 'em, with the paper
And make moves and new grooves and need Anita Baker's
To sing up on the mic and leave the kid impressed
Hate it when I leave
Love it when I come
Love it when I go
Love it when we roll
Love to take control
It's still
0 f*cks given cuz she hate me
I show her mad love but she still hate me
It's cuz these bitches wanna roll Is why she hate me
I said baby holds it down but she hate me
And I ain't even tryna f*ck em but she hate me
And I don't do it for these hoes but she hate me
It's still CREAM and the team since she hate me
Cash Rules Everything Around Me, CREAM
Get the Dolla Dolla Bill y'all
Writer: Langston Chandler
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid