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letra de bandz - g-side

[hook: dj c-nta]
rubber, rubber bands round my wrist ’cause i’m making show money
fishscale in the pot, we be the sweet rock honey
i won’t lie, i get exotic with mary
i live life for the moment, that’s what them old folks tell me
i’m just trying to stack a mil, so i grind every day
i’m just trying to stack a mil, i hit that block every day
i’m just trying to stack a mil, i tote my strap every day
i’m just trying to stack a mil, i open shop every day
i’m a stunna!

[verse 1: dj c-nta]
what it is, what it do, dropping hits with dj lou[?]
flood the streets with this right here and then we hit ’em with the screw
flip it back, toss a stack, we’re getting money over here
putting huntsville on the map, we holds it down around here
dj c-nta motherf-ckers, and ain’t there another like me
had to drop my own tape, ’cause that ra-rap don’t excite me
vip in the club with my eyes on a hottie
want to rub all on her body-wody, like a maserati
hit the, hit the stage, chicke-chicken all talk
old bird up in the building, so we shutting down shop
ask not what the streets will get, but what you’ll learn from the streets
it’s a lot of mouths to feed, so i be hustling
every day, like [aye!]
’cause in my night life, [aye!]
gotta get this money
if you don’t do nothing, n-gga, go on get your cheese up
’cause every day my money re-up, for real though

[hook]

[verse 2: yung clova]
with the sweet, rubber band stacks, no card
fishscale, pyrex, whip it, whip it real hard
benz coupe, drop top, what a lovely sight
bottle popping, dro burning, d-mn!
i’m a astronaut
i’m in an aston martin, b-tch asking questions
i ain’t even talking, diamonds got ’em actin’
a d-mn fool in this motherf-cker
dapping, moonwalking so i glide in this motherf-cker
what the f-ck, the trap boys in the house tonight
if you ain’t getting money then your -ss ain’t grinding right
yeah you good but i’m hood plus my swag gucci
don’t even dolce, i’m wearing louie
every day, like [aye!]
’cause in my night life, [aye!]
get this money, n-gga!
if you don’t do nothing, n-gga, go on get your cheese up
’cause every day my money re-up, for real though

[hook]

[bridge: dj c-nta]
bands round my…
fishscale in the…
i won’t lie…
y’all live life for the moment
that’s what them old folks tell me!

[verse 3: st 2 lettaz]
rubber bands ’round my wrist, jumpmans on my kicks
marching bands in my trunk, watch my fans blowing kisses
superman in my spliff, couple grand in my p-ss
and if i can’t get that b-tch i bet she leaving with my sis
want the money and the power, i stay away from them cowards
i’m my own boss, b-tch, you can keep your forty hours
while them suckers looking sour, i ain’t got enough towels
in the shower with two college chicks getting devoured
young executive, respected as the best at this
compet-tive and that’s why i consecutively wreck this sh-t
i’m packing up my suitcase, headed to the uk
’cause i want to get paid in a new place
every day like…
going hey like…
if you don’t do sh-t at least get your cheese up
’cause every day my money re-up…

- g side

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