RINGS! (feat. Im Sos)

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Yeah, yeah, huh
(Ayo rann0, this shit hard!) Uh uh uh, oh woah

Yeah, I'm walkin' with that strap
Arms all black
I might just take you off the map
Better fall back
See him run up for the bag, then this chopper finna wack
Rosie how I keep the hammer, I could never lack
Told her don't call back, she a dime sent
Had to drop her off, know my time better spent
I'm tryin' to be so rich I never gotta pay the rent
Stackin' till my pockets big body
Drop 100K, won't leave a dent

Whoa, rings
Get a bag, run it up (Run it up)
Whoa, rings
Sonic how I'm chasin' bread (Yeah)
Uh, where the bag?
I get up, I'm gon' go cop it (Aye)
You must fumble for a living, I could never drop it (Huh)
Whoa, rings
Countin' cash, I sum it up (Sum it up)
Whoa, rings
Smokin' chronic, countin' dead (Yeah)
Niggas mad when I get money, I could never stop it (Nah)
Cut the bread up with my gang, you know we gon' chop it (Yeah)

Oh, woah, woah
I been on the grind, I can't let go
Thoughts in my mind gon' take control
They done had me movin' slow
Can't let that take a hold of me, I still go get it
Every day I wake up tryna go and stack these digits
I gotta do this shit for everybody who's around me
Big step when I move like Shaq
What you do don't astound me
Stack it up on my lonely
Make me a check and I fall to the background (Huh)
They tryin' to hoe me, run my shit
Need my bag now (Need my bag)
I'm finna take what they owe me
Hop in this bitch, you get smacked down
Still got a C in my waist, look at my belt
I bring a K 'round
It's finna blast if you get in the away
If I don't make money, then it's a bad day
When I get blues, man
It's open arms to a sad day
These bands to the face, ain't talkin' no Ray
Work too hard, this shit ain't play
Kid like Cudi
I'm on the grind all night, all day
Want me to slide for the feature
Told him to slide me a pay, yeah
I'm finna stack it up, stack it up, stack it up, stack it up
We make this money, baby, stackin' this shmoney, yeah
I'm finna stack it up, stack it up, stack it up, stack it up

Whoa, rings
Get a bag, run it up (Run it up)
Whoa, rings
Sonic how I'm chasin' bread (Yeah)
Uh, where the bag?
I get up, I'm gon' go cop it (Aye)
You must fumble for a living, I could never drop it (Huh)
Whoa, rings
Countin' cash, I sum it up (Sum it up)
Whoa, rings
Smokin' chronic, countin' dead (Yeah)
Niggas mad when I get money, I could never stop it (Nah)
Cut the bread up with my gang, you know we gon' chop it (Yeah)

(Oh, woah, woah)
Where the bag? I get up, I'm gon' go cop it
You must fumble for a living, I could never drop it (Nah)
(Oh, woah, woah)
Niggas mad when I get money, I could never stop it
Cut the bread up with my gang, you know we gon' chop it

(Oh, woah, woah)
You- you- you- you- you know we gon' chop it
Niggas- niggas mad when I get money, I could never stop it

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