nigga can't hold up his pants
i been gettin' way too money
so i give a bitch pipe when i can
i been on way too many desert flights
so the pilot and the flight attendants know who i am
used to serve grams out a grey dodge van
even my teachers said i wouldn't be shit
even my priest said i wouldn't be shit
that's why i spent that much on my wrist
that's why i spent that much on your bitch
i'm the same young nigga that was gettin' wick
better not think this shit no lick
get your whole shit flipped
young nigga run around with a whole hunnid on him
young nigga run around with a whole hunnid bands
these bitches just know who i am
blow that money like a fan
battle of the bands in my pants
i'm poppin' shit like a xan'
what the fuck is you sayin'?
i was sleepin' on the couch
why the fuck was you doubtin'?
nigga had to find his way out
nigga had to take a different route
got a deal then moved to the south
i was tryna make my mama proud
remember when her ass used to kick me out
now i'm 'bout to fuck around
and cash what's still gon' fall on her couch
my grandma told me to invest in my smile
brand new rollie with a arabic dial
with bracelet 'cause the other hand felt left out
two-tone cuban on my neck right now
young nigga run around with a whole hunnid on him
young nigga run around with a whole hunnid bands
these bitches just know who i am
blow that money like a fan
battle of the bands in my pants
i'm poppin' shit like a xan'
what the fuck is you sayin'?