Deja Vu

(Up a band) M.D.B (Another band) Uh Um (I just need a hundred) Yea I keep runnin' up a band, I spent it and flipped it again And flipped it again, and split it I'm turned up, off liquid I'm winnin', no really You get me? You feel me? I'm chasing a million, a billion, a trillion Again, I get it, no really She shakin', that ass then, I'm tippin' She pretty, she with it, I get it She stingy, she kinky She naughty, she filthy She dirty, she horny, again I be stackin' up these bands, I keep them wrapped in rubber bands So I can count that shit again, to make sure it is what it is I just wanna make a toast the way I'm stackin' all this bread When it's comin' to that paper, that shit fuckin' up my hands When they see that nigga workin' like "you get that from your dad?" When it's commas in the bank account, "you got that from your mama?" When it come to makin' money, I'm the one for it like dollars When it come to makin' money, make more sense, but need more commas If it ain't about the money, I don't give a f*ck about your comments These niggas clowns to me, I be thinkin' that they Ronald McDonald Don't put me in the courtroom, I ain't seen shit, your honor I be steppin' in these Jordans, I don't give a f*ck about your Balenciagas I be draped in Ralph Lauren, and I still brought my mother ass some Prada In the Stu, I be flowin', they ain't even got the cure for to stop him And my shots always hittin', these are not the type of shots they be blockin' They be tryna do it like me, they be tryna rock it like the way I rock it They be tryna do it like me, I been tryna take off, so I tat a rocket Tell her make that shit spicy, she be tryna blow me, tell her keep it cautious I'm rollin' up a leaf, I'm fillin' it with stink, boofin' like armpits I'm runnin' for the money, I'm tryna make the lead like this shit offense I'm all about the green, that's all I really need, thought I was gardenin' I'm all about the green, it's all about me, the one that I'm followin' This shit ain't cheap, this shit cost a fee, them dollars comin' in I don't know if it's just me, but I keep runnin' up a band, I spent it and flipped it again And flipped it again, and split it I'm turned up, off liquid I'm winnin', no really You get me? You feel me? I'm chasing a million, a billion, a trillion Again, I get it, no really She shakin', that ass then, I'm tippin' She pretty, she with it, I get it She stingy, she kinky She naughty, she filthy She dirty, she horny, again