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[Intro]
Ayy, Jeffery
Rich Gang or don’t bang, know what I’m sayin’?
Goddamn, money gettin’ type of shit
Yeah, yeah
I promise I won’t ever switch up
Rich Gang
Yeah, yeah, yeah

[Chorus]
I gotta get rich ’cause I’m everybody’s backbone (ayy)
And they just wanna see what’s in the bag, homes (see what’s in my bag)
I was taught to do it, and irrational (‘rational)
Six by six the Benz, yeah, the wagon
I’m tense, I might just fuck you with your bag on (fuck you with your bag)
Got the Bentley coupe to match the wagon (wagon)
Dawg said he gon’ beat it, I told him, "Wag on" (wag on)
If you ain’t tell you’ll get a bag when you get back home (hundred racks)
When you get back home (yeah)

[Verse 1]
Skeet off and hop in the dually (yeah, skrrt, skrrt)
Airin’ it out, ’bout to throw it back, shootin’ (do-do-do-do-do-do-do)
My niggas said they trill but I want ’em to prove it, yeah (gotta prove it)
If I wasn’t rich, didn’t have a job, would you still do it, yeah?
Still got Versace drawls, go buy out the bar when you ball (yeah)
These hoes, they counterfeit (yeah), them niggas gon’ change on y’all (these niggas)
I’m lettin’ her suck the balls (woah), the mornin’ I’m kickin’ her out (bye, bitch)
I’ll never follow y’all, I built my own lane, I’m a boss (boss)
Yeah, bad bitch flawless, yeah, diamonds, they flawless (flawless)
Yeah, fuck nigga playin’, yeah, now, fuck around, cost him (do-do-do)
Gon’ take his life (take it), earn a couple stripes (what? nah)
Let the boy live (why?) for his momma’s sake

[Chorus]
I gotta get rich ’cause I’m everybody’s backbone (woo)
And they just wanna see what’s in the bag, homes (bag, homes)
I was taught to do it, and irrational (‘rational)
Six by six the Benz, yeah, the wagon
I’m tense, I might just fuck you with your bag on
Got the Bentley coupe to match the wagon (the Bentley coupe to match it)
Dawg said he gon’ beat it, I told him, "Wag on" (wag on)
If you ain’t tell you’ll get a bag when you get back home (you gon’ get you a big bag for real)
When you get back home (yeah)

[Verse 2]
I got a big ol’ Birkin bag with my feet up (feet up)
I fucked around and told her, "Pass me money for the re-up" (for the re-up)
I got the mothafuckin’ ball, who tryna D up? (Who tryna D up?)
I got the mothafuckin’ ball, who tryna D us? (They can’t D us)
Cat carpet red, and it’s about to kick your feet up (kick your feet up)
Put Michael Jackson in my crew, we can be the Beatles (Rich Gang)
My wrist is water, my ears is water
I’ll fuck your daughter (I swear), she just wanna be a starter
And I done charged up (I charged up), now she tryna play harder (then what?)
I showed a lot of racks, yeah (racks), got ’em stuffed in my garments (then what?)
Made the bitch stop breathin’ and now she got a heartache (hahaha)
I put it real deep, now she got a stomachache

[Chorus]
I gotta get rich ’cause I’m everybody’s backbone (backbone)
And they just wanna see what’s in the bag, homes (racks in my back)
I was taught to do it, and irrational (do it and irrational)
Six by six the Benz, yeah, the wagon (six by six)
I’m tense, I might just fuck you with your bag on (bag on)
Got the Bentley coupe to match the wagon (the Bentley coupe to match it)
Dawg said he gon’ beat it, I told him, "Wag on" (wag on)
If you ain’t tell you’ll get a bag when you get back home
If you didn’t tell you’ll get your bag when you get back home
When you get back home

[Outro]
If you didn’t tell you’ll get your bag when you get back home
If you ain’t tell you’ll get a bag when you get back home, yeah
If you didn’t tell, I’ll get you a Kardashian, let you bone, bone, yeah
If you didn’t tell, you’ll get a bag when you get back home, yeah
You get back home, yeah
When you get back home, yeah
A hundred racks on your books down at Jackson, yeah
I know you straight but you’ll still get a bag when you get back home, ayy
Zip your mouth
Lock it and throw the key away, yeah
Diamonds, on my mothafuckin’ wrist bling blay, yeah
I got gators on my feet
I got…

[Intro]
(CashMoneyAP)

[Hook: Lil Johnnie]
I just dropped a deuce deuce in the Fanta
Swear that extended clip look like a banana
I just dropped a deuce deuce up in the Fanta
And I don’t fuck with 12 so don’t read a miranda
I just dropped a deuce deuce in the Fanta
Swear that extended clip look like a banana
I just dropped a deuce deuce up in the Fanta
And I don’t fuck with 12 so don’t read a miranda

[Verse 1: Lil Johnnie]
I don’t fuck with 12 so don’t read a miranda
And I don’t give a fuck about your fuckin’ nana
All my brothers on the block stay with them hammers
They ain’t buildin’ houses, they pull up and blam ya
You ain’t talkin’ money there ain’t shit to say
Callin’ up the plug, I need a zip a day
Holdin’ out your knock well that’s a give-a-way
You a pussy bitch it’s in your DNA
I feel I’m Pac the way I turn that deuce to a dub
I feel I’m Pac the way I hit that lean with the cut
Hit that lean with the cut
This a swamp in my cup
I just got a pint through the mail man
I’ve been smokin’ dope with my mail man
I’ve been livin’ shit with like a mail man
Got that cookie-cookie by the bail man

[Hook: Lil Johnnie]
I just dropped a deuce deuce in the Fanta
Swear that extended clip look like a banana
I just dropped a deuce deuce up in the Fanta
And I don’t fuck with 12 so don’t read a miranda
I just dropped a deuce deuce in the Fanta
Swear that extended clip look like a banana
I just dropped a deuce deuce up in the Fanta
And I don’t fuck with 12 so don’t read a miranda

[Verse 2: Slim Jesus]
I just dropped a deuce in a pineapple soda
Then I called up Lil Johnnie on his Motorola
Told him I need a couple ounces of OG yoda
Said he on his way and we finna roll up
Then it’s back to the trap and I’m countin’ yola
I don’t play bout my money, no remote controller
I got shooters on call and they stay poured up
They pull up on ya, kill you quicker than ebola
Yeah I be with the savages where it’s dangerous
And we don’t fuck with 12 they ain’t scarin’ shit
Funk we do a lot of flexin’ he just movin’ licks
We run up in his house and we takin’ shit
Say he got a bad bitch, he just talkin’ shit
My bitch bad, your bitch fat, you call her thick
And I sold you cut lean cause you a straight lick
Go ahead, run up on me, you gon’ eat this clip

[Hook: Lil Johnnie]
I just dropped a deuce deuce in the Fanta
Swear that extended clip look like a banana
I just dropped a deuce deuce up in the Fanta
And I don’t fuck with 12 so don’t read a miranda
I just dropped a deuce deuce in the Fanta
Swear that extended clip look like a banana
I just dropped a deuce deuce up in the Fanta
And I don’t fuck with 12 so don’t read a miranda

[Chorus]
Independent, athletic
I been sweating, doing calisthenics
Booty vicious, mind yo business
I been working, working on my fitness

[Verse 1]
I’ve been lifting heavy metal
See this ass? Ain’t no rental
Take it down low like just stretching
Pick it back up like I’m flexing
Woo, tryna get it, working on my fitness

[Pre-Chorus]
Think about how I’m gonna feel when I step up on the catwalk
Think about how I’m gonna feel when I got that ass that don’t stop
That ass that don’t stop, that ass don’t stop
And think about how I’m gonna feel when I take it all off

[Chorus]
Independent, athletic
I been sweating, doing calisthenics
Booty vicious, mind yo business
I been working, working on my fitness

[Post-Chorus]
Toot toot, beep beep
Toot toot, beep beep
I been working, working on my fitness

[Verse 2]
Ooh, work my body like
Ooh, I know you want it like
Ooh, but I don’t do this for you

[Pre-Chorus]
Think about how I’m gonna feel when I step up on the catwalk
Think about how I’m gonna feel when I got that ass that don’t stop
That ass that don’t stop, that ass don’t stop
And think about how I’m gonna feel when I take it all off
But I don’t do this for you

[Chorus]
Independent, athletic
I been sweating, doing calisthenics
Booty vicious, mind yo business (Better mind yo business)
I been working, working on my fitness (I’m working on my fitness)
Independent, athletic
I been sweating, doing calisthenics
Booty vicious, mind yo business
I been working, working on my fitness

[Chorus: KB]
Not today Satan
Ooh
No no ’round me
Ooh, yeah yeah yeah
Not today Satan
No no ’round me
Get away ’round me
Not today Satan, not today
Not today

[Verse 1: KB]
Yeah, I live my life on the regular, ayy
But his attacts are perpetual, ayy
Forbidden Fruit seem so edible, ayy
You try resist like ellipticals, train
My mama told me it’s spiritual, ayy
So I’m under armor like I’m Curry, look
You cannot bear with the boy, yeah
This is not the Jungle Book
Accuse me, know he would
I’m just covered by the blood
Thinkin’ about the way that they did you serpent
Crushin’ like Valentine’s day
He sick with the mission, cross with the finish, swish
Don’t try to slide in my DM
OJ Simpson with the defense
Lake of fire Satan thee end
Last weekend, but

[Chorus: KB & Andy Mineo]
Not today Satan
Ooh
No no ’round me
Ooh, yeah yeah yeah
Not today Satan
Not today Satan
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Not today Satan
No no ’round me
Get away ’round me
Not today

[Verse 2: Andy Mineo]
Yeah, speak of the devil, ayy
I think I know where he live, ayy
I think he in politics, ayy
I think you gettin’ my drift, ayy
Yeah, I think he made the Explore page
I seen him at my last court date
I’m askin’, "Lord, give me more faith"
It’s cold in these street like a North Face
Ayy, gotta keep my face north
And I know my days short
So I stay woke, never daze off
‘Cause, uh, evil never takin’ no days off
Whoa there, big fella, don’t try it
Get that corn out my face, you know I’m on a diet
And I’m treatin’ all of your lie like United
That just ain’t flyin’

[Chorus: KB]
Not today Satan
Ooh
You ain’t welcome ’round me
Ooh, yeah yeah yeah
Not today Satan
Ooh
You ain’t welcome ’round me
You ain’t welcome ’round me
Not today

[Bridge: KB]
La, la la, la la
La la la, la la, la la
Oh my God, now, ayy

[Verse 3: KB]
Yeah, I know your ways
Already read all your plays, yeah
I think I’m booked for tomorrow, yeah
And today just ain’t your day, ayy ayy
I see you feedin’ they hate
See the bodies that you take
We do not break, never no breaks
Buildin’ this place right on top of your gates
Come and see me ’bout it, ooh
My squad too deep
Got it covered like Newsweek
Kickin’ these facts like Bruce Lee, yeah
Before the W’s like UV, yeah yeah yeah
UV, Son gotta shine, Lord, use me
Hit ’em with the ooh
Grandma said, don’t let him fool ya
He bring up your past
Boy, bring up his future
We not confused (we not confused, we not confused)
Your name is racist, hatred, graceless
All disgraces traces straight to your engagement
Deface the nations but on that day you face the Maker
Not to-Not today Satan

[Outro: KB]
Not today Satan, not today
Amen

[Verse 1: Joyner Lucas]
Damn, this is not alright
How the fuck I end up on the other side of life
No more hanging with my friends, no more riding bikes
No more brushing barbies hair, no more flying kites
No more school, no more learning for me
No more youth, no more juice
No more hula hoops or Suzy Q’s
Wish I could kiss my momma bye (Joyner)
And if she ever see me like this, she be traumatized
No this is not alright, but nothing is (shit)
I barely got to live, I’m just a kid
Look at me, look what you fucking did
I’m fucking dead (damn)
No this wasn’t even my fault, now I’m speaking with the lights off
I don’t think they hear me
It ain’t no more tv, no more dancing
No more sleepovers or no candy
No more camping
No more kisses from my daddy ’cause I left and died
All because this stupid bitch wanted to text and drive

[Chorus: Jade Novah]
Smashing, watch the glass fly
Ain’t no way, ain’t no way you can go back
Float away, float away, float away-ay-yeah
We’re frozen in this moment
Ain’t no way, ain’t no way you can go back
Float away, float away, float away-ay-yeah

[Verse 2: Joyner Lucas]
Auto pieces, oil leaking, dripping gasoline
Door is open, windows broken, glass shattered dreams
Holy bibles, open beer bottles at the scene
Now look at us
No more coming home from work and cooking dinner for my man
No more praying for my sins, no more stuntin’ on the ‘Gram
No more Thanksgiving holidays or pictures with the fam
No more vacation plans to everywhere I’ve never been
It’s all gone now
Look what you did (look what you did)
Damn
I should have never got inside your car
I should have stayed at home or just went shopping at a different store
I should have waited or just called an Uber, but I live too far
No more tantrums and ain’t no more questions, no more answers
No more homework with my daughter, no more second chances
No more baby in my belly, sad to say we died
All because you choose to drink and drive
Why?

[Chorus: Jade Novah]
Smashing, watch the glass fly
Ain’t no way, ain’t no way you can go back
Float away, float away, float away-ay-yeah
Frozen in this moment
Ain’t no way ain’t no way you can go back
Float away, float away, float away-ay-yeah

[Verse 3: Joyner Lucas]
I’ve always been a one for challenges and different thrills
Open alleys while I’m speeding, that shit gives me chills
Hitting corners, riding fast and that shit’s really real
My momma always said if I don’t chill that shit gon’ get me killed
It’s too late (too late)
I say goodbye
No more driving reckless thinking I won’t pay the price
No more taking life for granted I just wasted mines
Oh my god, I just died trying to race and drive

[Chorus: Jade Novah]
Smashing, watch the glass fly
Ain’t no way, ain’t no way you can go back
Float away, float away, float away-ay-yeah
We’re frozen in this moment
Ain’t no way, ain’t no way you can go back
Float away, float away, float away-ay-yeah