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Think it's a game
 Ooh, huh
 Too much bands, nigga can't hold up his pants
 Hit the club doin' my dance
 I been gettin' way too money, trappin' all night
 So I give the bitch pipe when I can
 I been on way too many desert flights
 So the pilot and the flight attendants know who I am
 Used to serve grams out a grey Dodge van
 Even back then, I was doin' my dance
 Even my teachers said I wouldn't be shit
 Even my priest said I wouldn't be shit
 That's why I spent that much on my wrist
 That's why I spent that much on your bitch
 I'm the same nigga, I ain't never had shit
 I'm the same young nigga that was gettin' wick'
 Better not think this shit no lick
 I can make one call, get your whole shit flipped, bitch
 Yeah
 Young nigga walk around with a whole hundred on him, goddamn (Ooh shit, goddamn, goddamn)
 Young nigga walk around with a whole hundred bands (Shit, shit)
 Hit the strip club, these bitches know just who I am (Hah, it's Q Money)
 Hit the strip club, blow that money like a fan (Ain't shit funny)
 Got too much bands (Yeah)
 Battle of the bands in my pants (It's goin')
 Nigga, you a fan (Goddamn)
 I'm poppin' shit like a Xan', poppin' shit, Perc-10 (Yeah)
 Private jet when I land (Private jet)
 Palm trees in the sand (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
 Bought a new FN
 Hit you and your mans (Fire, fire)
 What the fuck is you sayin'? (Fire, fire)
 Fuck is you sayin'? (Huh)
 Niggas counted me out, I was sleepin' on the couch
 Why the fuck was you doubtin'? Yeah
 Keep a nine on me, no golf, yeah
 Nigga had to find his way out, yeah
 Nigga had to take a different route
 Fuck around, got a deal, then moved to the South (Think It's a Game)
 Yeah, I was tryna make my mama proud
 Remember when her ass used to kick me out
 Now I'm 'bout to fuck around, buy a new house
 And guess what? Still gon' fuck on her couch
 Fuck 'round, get my mouth bustdown
 My grandma told me to invest in my smile
 Brand new Rollie with a Arabic dial
 Bought a bracelet 'cause the other hand felt left out
 Two-tone Cuban on my neck right now
 Just like my wrist, your bitch bustdown, yeah
 Yeah
 Young nigga walk around with a whole hundred on him, goddamn (Goddamn, goddamn)
 Young nigga walk around with a whole hundred bands (That's a fact, nigga)
 Hit the strip club, these bitches know just who I am (It's Q Money)
 Hit the strip club, blow that money like a fan (Ain't shit funny)
 Got too much bands (Yeah)
 Battle of the bands in my pants
 Nigga, you a fan (For real)
 I'm poppin' shit like a Xan', poppin' shit, Perc-10 (Ten)
 Private jet when I land (Land, land)
 Palm trees in the sand
 Bought a new FN (Fire)
 Hit you and your mans (Fire)
 What the fuck is you sayin'? (Fire)
 Fuck is you sayin'?
 

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Duration
02:43
Key
6
Tempo
130 BPM

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