Bang Them twenties, them fifties, them hundreds, bands Them bands Let's get it Let's get it, let's get it, let's get it Let's get it, let's get it, let's get it, let's get it Let's get it, let's get it Let's get it, let's get it Them twenties, them fifties, them hundreds My niggas, we out here, we drummin' Them thots we fuckin', no cuffin' They bustin', the trouble, it's nothin' I put that thirty to his face if he flexin' I'll cut his fingers off, no more textin' My niggas in the field, fool, we reckless Your bitch in my room gettin' naked Big shit, we tote that O-three-nine, we 'bout that Black cars and blackjacks Black Glocks with extended mags Hella hoes, hella bands I'm higher than a helipad The gas, chokin' off hella gas Shittin' on 'em like hella ass Bitch, we through the window like Bruh-Man My pockets fat like Duh Duh Man We cook it up with Pyrex Niggas lookin' like, "Fuck the pan" These bitches mount and do the team Nigga, fuck the can I'm closer to your bitch like you is to your brother, man I hit 'em with that hook like Candyman These niggas sweet, they from Candy Land Wrap a nigga up like Spider-Man These hoes buggin', need a Raid can She givin' bald head like Hitman I'm ridin' 'round doin' hits, man I got a magic dick, man I showed her a magic trick, man (Bitch) Them twenties, them fifties, them hundreds My niggas, we out here, we drummin' Them thots we fuckin', no cuffin' They bustin', the trouble, it's nothin' I put that thirty to his face if he flexin' I'll cut his fingers off, no more textin' My niggas in the field, fool, we reckless Your bitch in my room gettin' naked Money on my mind, bitch, I'm tryna get it I stain for some hundreds, now I'm really tryna spend it Your bitch pussy, I'm in it That bullshit, we with it All my niggas killin' Bitch, don't get your feelings hurt I told Thottiana fuckin' swerve I'm on the block, boy, you know I'm puttin' in some work My guns clappin' like the bitches twerk My niggas out here ringin' bells, boy, I know you heard Tote them twenties, tote them fifties, tote them hundreds I got the screws in my hair, I spent eight-hundred Them big screws, yeah, them bitches love it Now she tryna make me her bitch Them twenties, them fifties, them hundreds My niggas, we out here, we drummin' Them thots we fuckin', no cuffin' They bustin', the trouble, it's nothin' I put that thirty to his face if he flexin' I'll cut his fingers off, no more textin' My niggas in the field, fool, we reckless Your bitch in my room gettin' naked Them twenties, them fifties, them hundreds Them twenties, them fifties, them hundreds Them twenties, them fifties, them hundreds Them twenties, them fifties, them hundreds