MONEY BANDANA

(álbum: CRUNKSTAR - 2022)

I be fresh as hell in my money bandanna
They think I'm flipping bells in my money bandanna
I be dodging 12 in my money bandanna
We got bricks for sell in our money bandannas
Money band money band money bandanna
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Money bandana, bitch I feel like Santana
I'm from Cleveland, but I'll get you bent in Atlanta
I don't fuck with all that talking bitch I blast hammers
No Friday After Next, I hit your house like bad Santa (oh reallyyyy)
Let them racks add up
Let them racks, racks add up
You want smoke with Beezy, yes that's a bad answer (Nooo)
Want smoke, catch cancer, bitch I smash rappers
When we slide, switches wrapped in money bandanas
Rubberband, money gang what I bang nigga
Shooter must got two left feet, he never step with ya
Chopper dance like Duke Deuce, I'll step nigga
Duke Duke Duke Duke
Come through... and get left nigga (ON GANG)

Front door swinging
Phone number slamming
Neighbors, they can't stand us
Posing for the camera (foreal)
You get money too? (huh)
Throw your fucking hand up
This your whole crew? (huh)
Make them niggas scramble
Chanel bandana (Chanel)
It's fucking with his mind, Tony Montana
See your bitch and swipe her, I'm a fucking scammer (I'm a fucking scammer)
Most of these rappers... niggas broke as hammer
Chains getting tangled, you ain't gotta aim it
It's a dollar on the clip (dollar on the clip), make a nigga famous
Prezi with the blue face (BLUE)
Plati, this ain't stainless
Type to smoke your lame ass
Pay for the arrangements (ha)
Nah forreal

I be fresh as hell, in my money bandana
They think I'm flipping bells, in my money bandana
I be dodging 12, in my money bandana
We got bricks for sale, in our money bandana
Money band, money band, money bandana (money, bandana)
Money band, money band, money bandana (money, bandana)
Money band, money band, money bandana (money, bandana)
Money band, money band, money bandana (money, bandana)

Money flag duck head shorts with the white forces
None of us strangers to no lose
Now we all bosses
Lame you ain't the gang boy ya false
Nail em to a cross
Bringing in them thangs get em off they gonna pay the cost
No discussion bitch we buckin
Fuck em all we break the law
Got them gangstas riding behind me from the south the east the nawf
If you want to live like us then you gonna have to grow some balls
Shoot from Cali to Atlanta cleaning out the fuckin mall
I ain't about to kiss a ho or eat that ho boy hell naw
Ho you ain't my bitch she must got me confused with one of y'all
Burn her throat and then I float
I ain't never about to fuckin call
Duke Deuce might just get the rap game pregnant I'm too fuckin raw

I be fresh as hell in my money bandanna
They think I'm flipping bells in my money bandanna
I be dodging 12 in my money bandanna
We got bricks for sell in our money bandannas
Money band money band money bandanna
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Money band money band money bandanna