Ayy, Fauni Figueroa, let's get it
Bands, bands (Jay made a fucking $plash)
Bands, bands, bands, bands (Gettin' it)
Bands, bands
(Gettin' it) , bands, bands (Gettin' it)
Want all of the cash
(Heavyweight champ, heavyweight champ)
Bands, bands (Gettin' it)
Keepin' that shit in my bag (Turn up my mic)
Bands
Can you name a nigga who
Got rich without committing sin?
Judge say you need to grow up
That's why they take me in
Shoutout to my partners with them
Numbers when I needed them
Couple nigga's stabbed my back
Back when I believed in them
Old hoes just old hoes so I deleted them
Jew money, daily new money, boy
Go get you some
I ain't rich but I get them bands, ho
I ain't no bum (Bands)
Chasin' dreams while I'm chasin' funds
From honchos to the ones
Stompin' in my Air Force Ones
Like I weighed a ton
Thought her head game was fire before
Wait 'til she tie that bun
26, biggest thottie, bitch
But innocent like a nun
Won't thumb no ass, rather thumb the cash
(Bitch) fuck yo niggas and ones
I seen yo mans, and I peeped your ex
You like Cheeser boys (Lame niggas)
Greedy boys, broke and needy boys, bitch
Come feed me boys
Home boys, always home, boy, I'm never home
Boy
Gone, boy, don't get joan, boy, hit my phone
Boy
Grown boy, I'm my own boy, fuck a known boy
Lone star chillin' wit' your
Bitch, I ain't alone, boy
Young Figueroa don't give no oaths
Get to know me, boy
(Get to know me) ain't really wit' all that
Talkin' Ima show me, boy
Wifey look like a Muslim
Kim, Kendall, Khloe, boy
Like them gold necks and watches
And them vintage Rollies, boy
Lil' throw tried to paranoid me
Run up on me boy, bah
(Ayy) dummy like a bitch, you's a dummy boy