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[Chorus] Count up Ben Franks, blues and pinks, they be my favorite You a disgrace, lil' boy, you don't get no paper (Ayy, ayy) She ain't it, but that lil' boy tryna save her (Ayy) Ayy, bitch, I'm ballin' hard for days (Ayy, ayy) I kick it with bool-ass bitches I keep a cool band in my britches I'm poppin' out, XA drippin' That 40 on me, it might lift 'em We throwin' out money like frisbee She hop on that dick just like ribbit I hop on this beat, this shit simple She fuck with the gang 'cause we winning [Verse] I'm all on her stereo, she see me in videos Post up with my twin, my identical Ayy, I'm in and out different clothes (Ayy) I keep me a litty ho (Ayy), I'm smokin' on plenty dope (Ayy) I play with her kitty, yeah, tryna stack me a milli', yeah We ballin' hard, tell that boy lace up, yeah Might hit yo' ho, grab on her lace front, ayy Them hundreds on me, make her shake sum, yeah I kick her out, she tryna stay here, yeah You wan' that ho, but can't even buy her nails, yeah We pull up, black truck like the mayor, yeah Come get yo' ho, she on my cellphone, ayy Got back to back racks like Wells Fargo, ayy I walk in the store, they knowin' my size Yeah, I'm goin up, they know its my time I keep me a pole if a nigga wan' try it She callin' my phone, you know I decline She love my cologne, she all on my side I count a bankroll when I'm gettin' high (st4rski) This bitch do the most, she blowin' my high She think it's normal, but I beat the odds [Chorus] Count up Ben Franks, blues and pinks, they be my favorite You a disgrace, lil' boy, you don't get no paper (Ayy, ayy) She ain't it, but that lil' boy tryna save her (Ayy) Ayy, bitch, I'm ballin' hard for days (Ayy, ayy) I kick it with bool-ass bitches I keep a cool band in my britches I'm poppin' out, XA drippin' That 40 on me, it might lift 'em We throwin' out money like frisbee She hop on that dick just like ribbit I hop on this beat, this shit simple She fuck with the gang 'cause we winning