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Bring the money in, throw it in the crowd
She bringing all her friends, she knows what I'm about
She bumpin' heaven sent, she fuck with the sound
Bro makin' no bands, don't want him around
Ain't no religion but it's true
Man I make a lot of digits, put Balenci on the shoe
Don't ever cap, so you know she always swallowing the truth
I'm just like Ant, so you know I'm throwing balls up in a hoop
She got to beat it, Michael or like Swiss
Milky way up on the wrist
Whole gang tweakin' off a spliff
That's Biscotti, take a whiff
Audemars
Patek on her too, yeah that be her calling card
Two packs on me, juiced, yeah we're going to party hard
Oh, pourin' up a four a little more
Bring the money in, throw it in the crowd
She bringing all her friends, she knows what I'm about
She bumpin' heaven sent, she fuck with the sound
Bro makin' no bands, don't want him around
Ain't no religion but it's true
Man I make a lot of digits, put Balenci on the shoe
Don't ever cap, so you know she always swallowing the truth
I'm just like Ant, so you know I'm throwing balls up in a hoop
Got to shine, so I galaxy the wrist
I don't want to fight, 'cause I know that you a bitch
Ain't got money unlike I, million lives it wouldn't switch
All this money on the drip, to get around you need a bridge
When I flex on them, I won't need a steroid
OB got the racks on them, ain't nobody felons
Bullets going to hawk him down, AK using talons
I don't want to talk right now, don't give a fuck about what you tellin
Bring the money in, throw it in the crowd
She bringing all her friends, she knows what I'm about
She bumpin' heaven sent, she fuck with the sound
Bro makin' no bands, don't want him around
Ain't no religion but it's true
Man I make a lot of digits, put Balenci on the shoe
Don't ever cap, so you know she always swallowing the truth
I'm just like Ant, so you know I'm throwing balls up in a hoop