RINGS! (feat. Im Sos)
rann0
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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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