GANG

Countin' up the bands while we fuckin with the hoes Pull up in the 'Rari or the Phantom or the Ghost Hatin' on the gang while we swimming in the dough Jewelry for the gang is one thing I want the most Tired of all this fake love, all this fake love Party with your hands up, with your hands up Countin' up this bankroll, yea this bankroll Gatta' give my fans love, give my fans love Fuckin' with the gang we gone bring you all this fame Married to the bands but like shawty what's your name I just need your love baby girl I don't need brain Quit comparing roles me and him are not the same Shawty throwin' bands up, throwin' bands up Shawty makin' plans yea, makin' plans yea Yea I pulled up in the Benz yea, in the Benz yea Shawty she a ten yea, she a ten yea I don't wanna fall in love here, I want more bags No I can't resist hell nah, 'cus she's so bad Livin' up with the fam, I don't wanna get my soul attached Was runnin' from this love so I pulled off in a Maybach Told myself I wasn't gone reside with no girl 'cus its fake sh' But I got lost in my thoughts up in the matrix But I cant lie I'm really fuckin' with this new bitch She's the one who gonna heal me from this Switchin' up the flow, baby girl we not the same wow I just need a bae girl, I'm tired of all these fake hoes How you look so fine, girl you lookin like an angel Trappin' with the gang while we spending all these pesos We just wanna get lit, turn up, party with your friends, uh Get lit, turn up, party with your fam', uh Raging with the gang while we jumpin' with our hands up Nobody to blame girl I told you Fuckin with the gang we gone bring you all this fame Married to the bands but like shawty what's your name I just need your love baby girl I don't need brain Quit comparing roles me and him are not the same Shawty throwin' bands up, throwin' bands up Shawty makin' plans yea, makin' plans yea Yea I pulled up in the Benz yea, in the Benz yea Shawty she a ten yea, she a ten yea Ima just get straight to the case, lil shawty girl she knows this See you lookin' at me, but I act like I ain't notice Diamonds dancin' on yo neck, shawty they look frozen No, I'm not your mans, but I could be the chosen one You needa' understand I'm not here just for fun I'm not here to f*ck girl, you're my number one I'm not like these others that will do a hit n run Me and my gang are Countin' up the bands while we fuckin with the hoes Pull up in the 'Rari or the Phantom or the Ghost Hatin' on the gang while we swimming in the dough Jewelry for the gang is one thing I want the most Tired of all this fake love, all this fake love Party with your hands up, with your hands up Countin' up this bankroll, yea this bankroll Gatta' give my fans love, give my fans love