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[Intro: BIzzy Banks]
Grrah, grrah
(Honcho)
Uh
Uh, uh
(Oi, Bullo)
Bae, what you want? You can tell me
You can get anything but a selfie
Grrah, grrah
Get Money
Bizzy

[Chorus: Bizzy Banks]
Like, bae, what you want? You can tell me
You can get anything but a selfie (Facts)
She wanted bread, so I bust up her Welly (What?)
She wanted more, so I bust up her Chevy
You know I'm toxic, lil' bitch, I ain't healthy
Ain't see her in days, she say she still smell me (Like)
Bando be smokin' backdoor, he deady
Still in the hood, catch us by the deli (Like)

[Verse 1: Bizzy Banks]
Phone too hot, I don't text on telly
Likе, look, and yeah, I see red, but I'm still on go
I met hеr close friend, she a treesh on the low
She told me, "Pull up", told her, "Send me the lo'"
Head so good, I might send her to bro (Bro, like)
They said, "Strucs no good," cuh droppin' the O
I don't give a fuck 'cause I'm flockin' for bro
Niggas know how I rock, niggas know how I go
Still poled up when we go to them shows
Nigga, play with your bitch, do not play with my dough
Niggas know they on dick, they be stealin' our flow
When it's time to give credit, niggas start actin' slow
I ain't gotta say who, if you know, then you know
You everybody K? Nigga, pop out and throw, like

[Verse 2: Leeky G Bando]
Like, nigga, pop out and throw (Rrah)
In the field like the Bengals, I'm throwin' like Joe
Why you askin' me questions? You already know
I been double-backin', puttin' dick in your ho
She gon' wet the mattress when I– uh, look
I like Louis Vuitton 'cause it never get old
When I hug her, she told me she love my cologne
Like, she got that pussy drippin' off the bone
She wonderin' why I can't leave her alone
Shorty known I'm a don, she got me in that mode
Gotta go to the telly, can't come to my home
I don't know why you keep callin' her phone
She gon' do what she want 'cause you know that she grown
Bitch, I can handle business on my own
They got Bando Jordan in that zone (That Structure)
Get a nigga killed, now he famous (Grrah)
It take two, three shots to get him known

[Chorus: Bizzy Banks]
Like, bae, what you want? You can tell me
You can get anything but a selfie (Facts)
She wanted bread, so I bust up her Welly (What?)
She wanted more, so I bust up her Chevy
You know I'm toxic, lil' bitch, I ain't healthy
Ain't see her in days, she say she still smell me (At all)
Bando be smokin' backdoor, he deady
Still in the hood, catch us by the deli (Like)

[Outro: Bizzy Banks]
Grrah, grrah, boom
Grrah