What Was Said

[Intro]
BandGang
(Ayy, talk to 'em, War)

[Verse 1: BandGang Javar]
I got too much money, I've been runnin' out of shit to do
Might as well buy the Jag' truck, already got the coupe
I already got a hundred names, just gotta push 'em through
Sprint locked you in the store 'cause your shit ain't approved

[Verse 2: Vae Vanilla]
Sprint ain't like me in the shit, I came out with three
Ain't start gettin' high for real 'til I hit AT&T (That one store)
But let's spin the block, 'cause really, these T-Mobiles green
Send me in another store, boy, I'm tryna make some cheese

[Verse 3: BandGang Javar]
Ain't you tired of shit not hittin'? I change bitches' life
I'll have you punchin' Birkins like you tryna pick a fight
Take notes, this how you do it right
Call AmEx, have 'em ship the card, they come overnight

[Verse 4: Vae Vanilla]
Okay, cool, niggas gettin' cards too
Still tryna get some phones, why you switchin' up the mood?
Got jammed in the store, and niggas gotta add a two
You the one who flew me in, nigga, what we finna do?

[Verse 5: BandGang Javar]
You hear this bitch? She think I'm trickin' 'cause I flew her out
This ain't no vacation, bitch, go empty out these Chase accounts
I'll throw you two for every ten you get out
You gon' make like twenty by the time you get back to the house

[Verse 6: Vae Vanilla]
Twenty sound good, ain't said shit but a word
Better hope I don't tuck ten, talkin' to me like a bird
Fuckin' dummy, must don't know how I play about some fuckin' money
Take me to the ATM, I need my two hundred hundreds (For real)

[Verse 7: BandGang Javar]
Congratulations, you just passed the test
Go run it up, I shouldn't have to walk you through the rest
It's so easy, you get caught, blame it on yourself
The sauce good, I can't help it if you ain't a chef

[Verse 8: Pretty Brayah]
You got a whole lot of mouth, but a lil' dick
Zoomed in close as hell, let me see that full pic'
That's not a dick, huh, I call your shit a winkie
You grown, how your shit the size of my pinkie? This shit creepy
I keep a big bag like I'm Santa's same
Nigga drinkin' all my pussy juice, it's like a Fanta
Your methods old as fuck, how you call that shit "the sauce"?
Level up, I could show you to the boss, nigga

[Verse 9: BandGang Javar]
She told me that pussy magic, I'll believe it when I see it
Maybe it was, though, 'cause poof, now I'm leavin'
This dick'll have you stickin' by your man and know I'm cheatin'
That stinkhole should be in quarantine, why you don't clean it?
Pussy blew out, blew out, blew out, hear the echo?
Vampire, I'm a pain in your bitch throat
Know what? I'ma be a real nigga, let the next know
I got cheated on for some shoes, might ask a cheap ho

[Verse 10: Pretty Brayah]
I got a question, why you press the hit then?
Pass the STDs to anything you stick that dick in
Actin' like a bitch, so I bought his ass a tutu
Make that pussy pay to see me, yeah, somethin' like I'm Hulu
You ain't got enough pape' to be talkin' like how you do
Sneakin' 'round with trainies, you ain't interested in cookoo
You want a housewife, but you don't even pay the bills
You ain't worth Mickie-D's or a home-cooked meal, be for real
Last time I checked, you was pawnin' buffs
Takin' pictures with your homie, man, he claimin' that you up
That's enough, these niggas be so trash to me, disposable
Had to like every pic' just for me to notice you

[Verse 11: BandGang Javar]
These hoes ain't tryna get no money, they go simp to simp
Before I waste my money on a ho, I gotta be her pimp
You ain't never heard of OnlyFans? This gon' be a sinch
Know your ass fake, but niggas lame, they gon' buy the pics
Forty-dollar Cash App request, what the fuck is this?
Nah, I can go to Red Lobster, get some cheaper fish
You know what? I'm feelin' generous
Let me put two phones in your name and I'll send you it
She claim she ain't got no niggas, you ain't foolin' me
If your mama ugly ass, got like two or three
What the fuck your rent lights got to do with me?
Been stockin' duals, punchin' Spirit flights, send her OT