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Lyrics

[Chorus: Mally Bandz] Lotta green, but all of my hundreds, they blue [?] like the lottery I remember cutting from school, and running from truancy That bitch be all on me But she got nothing to do, [?] Money keep calling me I might go get me a Coupe, [?] I just keep pouring lean This is not no juice, I'm sipping that 4 to sleep Got a lotta green Had to get me some lute, had to bag it like [?] You tryna plot on me But I just got me a new tool, niggas keep watching me [Verse 1: Mally Bandz] [?] gwop on me You know I get up, make a move, and nobody stopping me These niggas be different, lotta water, chain swim with the fishes Lotta ice, like I came out the [?] [?] always acting like bitches How you real? But you always be switching No deal, but my diamonds they glissin [?] used to drink out the kitchen Was in the field, but now we on a mission All you ballers ain't living like this Under covers [?] [?] I got brothers, bitch I don't got no friends Niggas talking [?] shit Dirty gang, they know we with the shit These days, gotta walk with the clip EA, bitch I'm balling like Vince [Chorus: Mally Bandz] Lotta green, but all of my hundreds, they blue [?] like the lottery I remember cutting from school, and running from truancy That bitch be all on me But she got nothing to do, [?] Money keep calling me I might go get me a Coupe, [?] I just keep pouring lean This is not no juice, I'm sipping that 4 to sleep Got a lotta green Had to get me some lute, had to bag it like [?] You tryna plot on me But I just got me a new tool, niggas keep watching me [Verse 2: Nana] We got a lotta green [?] lottery Don't try to plot on me [?] It ain't no stopping me [?] we came up from robbery I know my mama, she proud of me [?] [?] I had to [?] my salerey [?] caliries [?] [?] [?] G [?] All this designer from overseas [Verse 3: Jay Critch] [?] Balling like [?] [?] toss him Get to the money, that's often [?] coffen Balling [?] ain't caufing All of these [?] I'm igsausted I'm on the block where it's scortchin I be ducking the jail Tryna make it out of hell I got a pack in the mail They tried to say I would fail This shit ain't what it seems I mix the sprite with the lean I serve the team with the beans I do the most for my team [?] double up [?] just pass me the double cup Don't know that boy, he ain't one of us Remember when they tried to front on us [?] flexing in hummer trucks [?] [?] sun is up I pray to god that I run it up