IGM (feat. Danny $pace)

Rubber bands pop I'm gettin money now Fuckin on your bitch I think I'm funny now I just spent a check I still ain't runnin out Lightin my weed up And counting my cash I catch a body Then I take a dab Fuckin your bitch And then she call a cab I want it all Can't make it last Smoke what you make in a day There aint no way You could keep up with the pace Tat on my face Don't give a damn What the f*ck they gon say Lightin up bomb ass weed Who you kidding Do it anywhere that I want No permission Damn what you missing On a space mission If your girl wanna kick it Then your girl gon kick it Damn she a groupie I'm a fan Diamonds dancing on my hand Stay popping rubber bands Gettin money I'm the man Rubber bands pop I'm gettin money now Fuckin on your bitch I think I'm funny now I just spent a check I still ain't runnin out I just got a check And they think I'm lying I can't f*ck with snakes They move too quiet Half y'all fake So fake so slimy I can't catch a case So please don't try me I been laying low Staying high I'm flying I know she miss the old me But ain't no rewinding I gotta get it I'm on a mission I'm grinding Can't f*ck with the bitches That f*ck up the vision They childish