[Chorus] Uh, got my money in the bando Try to jack, you'll get hit with the MAC, bro I don't rap, I'm just tryna get the sack, though We don't talk, got the chopper in the back, bro [Verse 1] Uh, stackin' up the dough Like it's "tic-tac-toe" And the clip is on the pole And the pole gon' blow Tryna get the sack Bitches love to throw it back Takin' everything I got, ain't tryna give it back Uh, can't make no sound Let it lay on the ground I was lost, now I'm found I'm a king with a crown [pre-chorus] 'Cause I'm the one they call the best And I don't have to say it with my chest The AK-47 make a mess And we don't do the love, I just want sex All these niggas wanna know my name Sayin' I'ma die up in the game Bitch, I'm comin' for the top, I'm takin' aim Sayin' I'ma die up in the game Bitch, I'm comin' for the top, I'm takin' aim How the hell I don't feel any shame? [Chorus] Uh, got my money in the bando Try to jack, you'll get hit with the MAC, bro I don't rap, I'm just tryna get the sack, though We don't talk, got the chopper in the back, bro Got my money in the bando Try to jack, you'll get hit with the MAC, bro I don't rap, I'm just tryna get the sack, though We don't talk, got the chopper in the back, bro [Verse] Brand new crib, that's the bando Flippin' like Tony Hawk, San Francisco Real-life shit, man, this ain't no demo Grind like Pharrell, countin' like Brando All these racks like Serena Countin' up, call it ringin' What's the price, I don't need it Don't get mad, don't get even Man, I had to go and level up I put the shh on, then I walk it like a mutt Got your biddy in my section, now she poppin' up She wanna bring her best friend, she said, "It's not enough" In the bando, like an icebox, keep it tucked Got the door sealed tight, can't get in touch Runnin' through the bands, it's a band race Bando like the White House, it's the campaign [pre-chorus] 'Cause I'm the one they call the best And I don't have to say it with my chest The AK-47 make a mess And we don't do the love, I just want sex All these niggas wanna know my name Sayin' I'ma die up in the game Bitch, I'm comin' for the top, I'm takin' aim How the hell I don't feel any shame? [Chorus] Uh, got my money in the bando Try to jack, you'll get hit with the MAC, bro I don't rap, I'm just tryna get the sack, though We don't talk, got the chopper in the back, bro Got my money in the bando We don't talk, got the chopper in the back, bro Got my money in the bando Try to jack, you'll get hit with the MAC, bro I don't rap, I'm just tryna get the sack, though We don't talk, got the chopper in the back [Verse] Once in the trap Socks and Chanel slides Face IDs, iPad tabs, No need for rental rides, the circle fire on both sides Both kids gifted, one do math, one split bricks One penny, nickel, dimed them shits Lost all my friends from rap, lost all my friends from back home Last family left was Ralph, time I seen him, be on headstones Head big as the sun globe, think like a koan Met a girl, ask what she need, turn, she was gone Start in Chinatown, end in Vietnam Goes back to thirteenth century, she bow long Travelin' out of body, words slurred long Girl on my groin Fell asleep and woke up gone [pre-chorus] 'Cause I'm the one they call the best And I don't have to say it with my chest The AK-47 make a mess And we don't do the love, I just want sex All these niggas wanna know my name Sayin' I'ma die up in the game Bitch, I'm comin' for the top, I'm takin' aim How the hell I don't feel any shame? Bitch, I'm comin' for the top, I'm takin' aim How the hell I don't feel any shame? [Chorus] Uh, got my money in the bando Try to jack, you'll get hit with the MAC, bro I don't rap, I'm just tryna get the sack, though We don't talk, got the chopper in the back, bro Got my money in the bando Try to jack, you'll get hit with the MAC, bro I don't rap, I'm just tryna get the sack, though We don't talk, got the chopper in the back, bro [outro] Uh, got my money in the bando Try to jack, you'll get hit with the MAC, bro I don't rap, I'm just tryna get the sack, though We don't talk, got the chopper in the back, bro
