Intro Count up Ms Oh Ayy Scheme you killed it Chorus Haha rollin’ up five grams Theres twenty two bands and a blunt in my hand She say the money wont make her dance But for the dope she’ll fuck my mans I remember I was takin them Xans Wastin away I aint have no plans Now Im rich as a bitch goddamn Thank God I dont gotta rob and scam Verse 1 Who them niggas Boy they not your friends But as long as you got money they gon be all in All up in yo pockets sayin’ Spend spend spend All of y’all could stop it I dont like pretend Pockets gettin’ fatter niggas shit on Wheat Thin A couple hundred for appearance thats bеfore the backend Four black trucks whеn we pull in Im lovin how I’m livin cause Im over average FiveSeveN yeah my FN Ten headshots aim over average My lady be my best friend I give her it all because I love that bitch (Bitch) Chorus Haha rollin up five grams Theres twentytwo bands and a blunt in my hand She say the money wont make her dance But for the dope shell fuck my mans I remember I was takin them Xans Wastin away I aint have no plans (Yeah yeah yeah) Now Im rich as a bitch goddamn (Yeah yeah yeah) Thank God I dont gotta rob and scam Verse 2 Listen I remember watching Viva La Bam Kickflip to a board slide goddamn Huh I remember watching Belly in a trance My girl jus like Kisha she be thumbing through them bands Uh yeah smokin chronic got designer on my body I start to get demonic when Im rollin on the molly But I dont need a pill to get trill and catch a body Its only if a nigga try me I aint come to hurt nobody Choppa got a kick like it know karate Ima put my dick inside your mommy That mean Im a gun totin motherfucker Ridin round in the moonlight midnight runner Chorus Haha rollin up five grams Theres twentytwo bands and a blunt in my hand She say the money wont make her dance But for the dope shell fuck my mans I remember I was takin them Xans Wastin away I aint have no plans Now Im rich as a bitch goddamn Thank God I dont gotta rob and scam

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