Ben Frank (feat. Trey Riddick)
Black Dre
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Aye tell the bank teller I need all them shits in blue hundreds You hear me? Bounce in the bank smellin’ like new money Benjamin Franklin countin’ them Blue hundreds I step in the building, I’m still like who want it? When we get to moving you better move something Champagne, ice cold Blue hundreds, bank rolls Street schemes, Never told Get that bank roll! Niggas they hating on me because they see me balling F*ck what they talking bout cuz I hear they bitches calling Pussy be wetter, that pussy feel just like New Orleans When I starting getting to it, them niggas got to stalling Getting money on the low Big bank, neck full of gold Young nigga, flexing on these hoes They was frontin, yeah boy I know Came from the PJ hop on the PJ then we roll out Look at shows, look at the seats, them bitches sold out Middle of summer but in my city getting cold out All of us eating, I tell my homies get the bowl out And we coming back for seconds Allentown, know just what I’m repping Engine revving, all in 60 seconds Same nigga on the block was posted with the Mac 11 Woah! Bounce in the bank smellin’ like new money Benjamin Franklin countin’ them Blue hundreds I step in the building, I’m still like who want it? When we get to moving you better move something Champagne, ice cold Blue hundreds, bank rolls Street schemes, Never told Get that bank roll We running the city, we dreamchasing on some Meek shit Niggas is shooting the cops ask we never see shit Bagging them zips, me and AC in the fiend whip Freezing to death man that bitch aint have no heat shit I remember when my teacher said I wouldn’t be shit Now my hundreds green and blue my money looking seasick Wearing all white in the ocean like Jesus, like I’m Jesus Uh Champagne, ice cold Campaign with the bros Get money, f*ck hoes and you niggas mad and sad that I got more shine and drive than a motherfucking Jag Run it like C Breezy when them bullets when them bullets coming fast While I’m wearing all black like I’m motherfucking Shaft Stack dough, act broke like I’m motherfucking Shad Bounce in the bank smellin’ like new money Benjamin Franklin countin’ them Blue hundreds I step in the building, I’m still like who want it? When we get to moving you better move something Champagne, ice cold Blue hundreds, bank rolls Street schemes, Never told Get that bank roll!
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