[Intro]
My shit gone bang
My shit gone bang
My shit gone bang
My shit gone bang
My shit gone bang
My shit gone bang
My chain gone hang
Down to my dinglin
[Verse]
Yall know me
My shit gone bang
Same ole me 2x gold chain
She got so drunk
And popped that thing
Now I’m so high
I’m on the plane
Might count some money
Till my hands go numb
Bitch I don’t care
I’m the man where I from
Like Max Roach
I’m the man with da drum
Can’t understand what you lying on me for
Had a Jordan year
With 23 hoes
Bitch I’m a savage
With 21 flows
I’m know in the streets
Kicking 19 doors
By age 17
I was holding on chrome
I’m the one who made your heart race
Kiss and hug on the first date
See the look in your eyes
When your pride on the line
You stand on the side
Baby bye bye bye
[Pre-Chorus]
One thing for sure
Ima grind and get this dough
Been up and down that interstate
Been going hard for sure
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah
Hard days
They come and they go
If a money tree was planted
Then we wouldn’t stress no more
She’s checking for the nigga
With the tallest fetti
Fuck lame niggas
Who just ain’t ready
Finna make it rain
Bout to drop that levy
Know the bitch bad
But her whole life petty
From the motherland
But, her crown sits heavy
Rep thug life
Like that boy Makaveli
She got her own bag
So that girl stay winning
She got her own bag
So that girl stay winning
[Chorus]
Win, Win, win, win
Ima winner not a loser
Ima winner not a loser
Ima winner not a loser
Aye
Win, Win, win, win
See a begger ain’t a chooser
See a begger ain’t a chooser
See a begger ain’t a chooser
[Post Chorus]
My whole life lit
My whole team lit
I talk my lingo
Cause I’m legit
If it ain’t about money
It ain’t about nothing
The real ones winning
I’m getting em chips
Just like Drake with with extra dip
Yo girl friend loves me
She stay on my dick
I stay in my bag
I’m talking my shit
If 12 come get me
I’m getting them hit
[Verse]
Just like Charmin
I’m on a roll
Made it out the hood
On honor roll
Seen a lot of bad bitches
I get a lot of those
When the money stack
Ima knock it down
Dominos
Coming with the Mac
Front door to the back
Cause I know these rap dudes
Really can’t rap
Acting all tough
But they really can’t scrap
Man fuck out my face
You ain’t really bout that
You ain’t making no noise
You ain’t touching no roads
Bitch ima Bwah
I’m billy the goat
I’m pulling some strings
My puppets will dance
I’m splashing with magic
With Tricks up my sleeves
My cliq full of Gs
My niggas all savage
I ran out of patience
See thats how it be
My bitches want diamonds
I wine n and dine em
They hella expensive
See Thats how they be
[Pre-Chorus]
One thing for sure
Ima grind and get this dough
Been up and down that interstate
Been going hard for sure
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah
Hard days
They come and they go
If a money tree was planted
Then we wouldn’t stress no more
She’s checking for the nigga
With the tallest fetti
Fuck lame niggas
Who just ain’t ready
Finna make it rain
Bout to drop that levy
Know the bitch bad
But her whole life petty
From the motherland
But, her crown sits heavy
Rep thug life
Like that boy Makaveli
She got her own bag
So that girl stay winning
She got her own bag
So that girl stay winning
[Chorus]
Win, Win, win, win
Ima winner not a loser
Ima winner not a loser
Ima winner not a loser
Aye
Win, Win, win, win
See a begger ain’t a chooser
See a begger ain’t a chooser
See a begger ain’t a chooser
[Post Chorus]
My whole life lit
My whole team lit
I talk my lingo
Cause I’m legit
If it ain’t about money
It ain’t about nothing
The real ones winning
I’m getting em chips
Just like Drake with with extra dip
Yo girl friend loves me
She stay on my dick
I stay in my bag
I’m talking my shit
If 12 come get me
I’m getting them hit
[Outro]
Yall know me
My shit gone bang
Same ole me 2x gold chain
She got so drunk
And popped that thing
Now I’m so high
I’m on the plane