don't got to ask I got it bout 50 bands in my pocket run on my block bitch I'm popping run in you house bitch I'm robbing know him he a fucking bum shoot him now I'm having fun catching body's on the run spend a couple hundreds on lunch start tripping it's a lake he a lie he a fake see the bag I take I'm going while you wait count it I count it I count it the money I found it I found it I'm dripping I'm drowning I'm drowning I go up you fouling you fouling no games on my mama put you in a drama you be smoking flaca shoot him make him drop off money don't grow on tree's I still spend it on speres to much drugs I'm not clean I'm yo fucking dream make it to my house bitch I'm here I'm in town nigga talk but he down make him look like a clown got the Ice yah I drip huneds make em flip shoot my whole fucking clip quick to talk he a bitch but he broke I'm rich don't got to ask I got it 50 bands in my pocket run on you bitch I'm robbing on yo block bitch I'm popping sorry I don't say sorry water drip suname nigga talk still talking when I shoot body drooping I smart you is stupid I run bitch I'm zooming I'm light I am glooming got to pack I'm moving don't got to ask I got 50 bands in my pocket run on you bitch I'm robbing run on you bitch I'm popping