Bang Bros

I got cash and they mad I pull up in that jag

My shoe red your boo mad cuz I'm shittin on they ass

I got cash I pop tags rob me pop your ass

I stay flee I'm the man video on demand

Stripper bitches fat ass I ain't face you that mad

Smokin dope that gas savager hammertime

Callin up Jason Nine straight a down the drive

Pink bitches down to ride that's why they mad at me

10 days to meet the president now

Gotta do the whole squad to be the shit now

I gotta deal thinkin I'm the shit now

I'll never change never wife a bitch now

You wanna meet the president you gotta meet the bang bros

Hella bank rolls all them bank rolls ain't yours

Spendin flexin so much cash that it can't fold

Up and coming rappers man I don't see those

Boy all that cuffin you should be a P.O

So much designer shit that I can give away clothes

All these new niggas all that shit rappin is old

To meet the president you gotta meet the bang bros

Hold up they know we shit like Sholla

Can't sleep on us like pour up

Holdin them just like donuts we go nuts

DJ share thots, SD share thots, Gino share thots

But I can't wife a thot see its levels to this shit

She fuck a bang bros and you married to this bitch

A salad I got all types of carrots on my wrist

One night I don't need alot of shit

These bitches is crazy these bitches amaze me

These niggas don't phase me money and the streets raised me

The industry crazy just a problem

I'm a young nigga I'm just chasin me some dollars