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Yeah, yo, be-Ross Dean
What's happening?
You ready, nigga? CheckHey, Slick-Pulla
You ran through that change, nigga, check
Okay, let's get it then, nigga, fo realNow see this is what the fuck I've been telling you 'bout, homie
I don't care what hood you represent, homie
How you get it, man, you getting money, homie, this you're song, nigga
U.S.D.A., nigga, let's get itYou got that money
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It's in the bags
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You in the rental with them outta state tags
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Them rubber bands
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And when you wrap it, ay, it's gotta be Seran
CheckYou brought the work

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It's in the bags
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You in the rental with them outta state tags
CheckYou brought them choppers
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Them rubber bands
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And when you wrap it, ay, it's gotta be SeranTwenty eight times, thirty six, yeah, I'm talking birdies nests
Know some niggas tripping on a half still selling 50' Cents
Hard heart for the loaf but the soft might cost ya
Careful how I move 'cause them niggas might cross yaThere be yams 'cross the street over there in the bushes
Holla at your boy if you really want 'em cookies
Met 'em at the Amico four way in the mena
Jumped out, grab the cash hopped back in my beemerThen I turn up my Alpine, yeah, you know I'm feeling that
Look there go Iesha, ya, you know I'm killing that
Certified trap star, ya, you know I'm hood, bitch
Catch me in a fast car and I'm smoking good, bitchYou got that money
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It's in the bags
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You in the rental with them outta State tags
CheckYou brought them choppers
Check
Them rubber bands
Check
And when you wrap it, ay, it's gotta be Seran
CheckYou brought the work
Check
It's in the bags
Check
You in the rental with them outta state tags
CheckYou brought them choppers
Check
Them rubber bands
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And when you wrap it, ay, it's gotta be SeranFor real, J's lil' slit 'cause they know we keep the good shit
Neighborhood star bitches all up on his business that's right
2 piece in a biscuit, okay, I got your other man
Ya, I know them drill but my father put the flood rightBreak down twenty's, you can call 'em Flintstones
Or bleach in my hood so I can get my stash on
When the shift in get my sack then I'm gone
Then I'm up the next day getting back to it HolmesFor real, lil' homies better fuck with me if you won't pay
Come with a dollar fifty, you can come and get a Elway
A Elway? That's seven shots for you niggas
Try some slick shit, I got the glock for you niggasYou got that money
Check
It's in the bags
Check
You in the rental with them outta state tags
CheckYou brought them choppers
Check
Them rubber bands
Check
And when you wrap it, ay, it's gotta be Seran
CheckYou brought the work
Check
It's in the bags
Check
You in the rental with them outta state tags
CheckYou brought them choppers
Check
Them rubber bands
Check
And when you wrap it, ay, it's gotta be SeranScales full of grams, them niggas on the block call
Just bought the block down, 'fina tear the block down
Got 'em gems full of seven grams, four forty nine
David Copperfield make a block outta nineGrind hard, I get it from the dirt
I fucks with that beat sand, I rather have it all tan
It's all who you know and what you wanna spin
They ain't speaking no English unless you buy a tinOn nine ten, in the rental bumpin' Lyfe Jennings
I swear to God that my trunk got a life in it
Riding solo, I promise if I make it back
I'm breaking everything down, ya dog ain't fuckin' aroundYou got that money
Check
It's in the bags
Check
You in the rental with them outta state tags
CheckYou brought them choppers
Check
Them rubber bands
Check
And when you wrap it, ay, it's gotta be Seran
CheckYou brought the work
Check
It's in the bags
Check
You in the rental with them outta state tags
CheckYou brought them choppers
Check
Them rubber bands
Check
And when you wrap it, ay, it's gotta be Seran
Songwriters
Jenkins, Jay / Whitman, Renaldo / Falson, Bruce / Allen, Terry KeithPublished by
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