Lyrics:
There are no lyrics to this track. It is intentionally blank, with each of the 71 seconds representing one of the years that the artist's father,
All alone, or in two's
The ones who really love you
Walk up and down outside the wall
Some hand in hand
And some gathered together in bands
All alone, or in two's
The ones who really love you
Walk up and down outside the wall
Some hand in hand
And some gathered together in bands
on, hold on, hold on
This song right here it's my nigga Currency The Hot Spitter (that's right)
Heard me? First artist off of Young Money Cash Money
If anybody know
I know
Yeah
Get a plastic bag
Go ahead and pick up all the cash
Go ahead and pick up all the cash
You danced all night, girl,
Skrrt (trippin')
Bands, bands, bands (yes sir)
Goddamn, damn, damn (yes sir)
Shawty do it (do it)
Made it, blew it (yes sir, yes sir)
Got
(She get a lil' thought, if somethin' happen, he won't run his mouth)
(She get a lil' thought, if somethin' happen)
(JR)
That nigga Steph in
on them real niggas (bands)
I'm gon' throw that cash back, drop that on the real bitches (bands)
Murder on that pussy, ho, I can't lie, I-I kill bitches
flights, damn (bad)
Popping big bands when they hit the lights, damn (cash)
I pull down on your city, in your city, they fuck with me (city)
And these
on them real niggas (bands)
I'm gon' throw that cash back, drop that on the real bitches (bands)
Murder on that pussy, ho, I can't lie, I-I kill bitches
I don't want your petty cash
Boy, I want what's in your stash
Come over and get this ass
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Dance, make him blow them bands
in a rock and roll band
A thousand pictures can be drawn from one word
Only who is the artist, we got to agree
A thousand miles can lead so many ways
It's always predictable
Postpone your broken dreams
While flipping through the pages
Of a magazine
You gotta take the highs with the lows
Little Steph
to fuck this cash up on a new toy
You can't understand us 'cause you're too soft
Taliban bands, run 'em straight through the machinery
They came
the moonlight shine
And dream into the future
Believe it's here to stay
A caravan
Of artists and bands
Caravan
Na na na
Na na na
Na na na
A caravan
Of artists
out
I'm flyer than the ones they pass out
If money grow on trees, I branched out
I'm just waiting on my bitch to cash out
Bands a make her dance
Havin' a nationwide festival for fourteen days and nights
Ah, there's fifty four bands on a river boat spot in the lights
Hundred of bands
tell me
I'm just a singer in a rock and roll band
A thousand pictures can be drawn from one word
Only who is the artist
We got to agree
A thousand
tell me
I'm just a singer in a rock and roll band.
A thousand pictures can be drawn from one word
Only who is the artist
We got to agree
(Cash)
Like I put lil weezy in it (Yea)
Niggas know that’s cash money
Cash money get cash money
Rubber bands on cash money (Uh)
Street sweeper for
Ayy, ayy, ayy
Ayy, ayy, ayy
(Hit-Boy)
Ayy, this that Clipse sample, ayy (G.Ry got me)
Fuck that talkin', let the clip slam 'em
Yellow bands
bands, I got bands
I’m getting bands
That money longer than train smoke
I’m spending cash and these bitches
They know my lingo
Tray Savage get that cash I
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