Zaxbys (Walking In The Sand) lyrics

[Intro]
Count it up, then grab the rubber bands
I just spent that on a pair of pants

[Chorus]
Count it up, then grab the rubber bands
I just spent that on a pair of pants
I remember I was buying Vans
Hurt your feelings when I tell you my advance
I'm in L.A. walking in the sand, but tomorrow I might fly out to Japan
Shorty wanna f*ck, I told her that it all depends
Can you suck it through the leather pants? Yeah

[Verse 1]
I'ma live my life like an oasis
I remember strugglin', rappin' in a basement
Came up on them M's, with no job application
I guess all your hard work ain't payin' off, yeah
Girl, if you come over, gotta take it off, yeah
I don't pay for pus*y, but I break it off, yeah
Hit it, then I quit it, girl, that's all I want
I have you addictеd like the drugs I'm on
Treat my lovе like the Perc's, pop it for me, go berserk
Spent ten on a shirt, you don't wanna know the work
Saving hoes never works, f*ck, do I look like a church?
Still got a big heart, it's a gift and a curse
[Chorus]
Count it up, then grab the rubber bands
I just spent that on a pair of pants
I remember I was buying Vans
Hurt your feelings when I tell you my advance
I'm in L.A. walking in the sand, but tomorrow I might fly out to Japan
Shorty wanna f*ck, I told her that it all depends
Can you suck it through the leather pants? Yeah

[Verse 2]
Ganja in my Backwood, Perky in my system
n*ggas talking dumb, I'll up that choppa, I won't miss 'em
All these b*tches suckin' di*k, but these n*ggas be kissin' 'em
All I know is stack the money up, you know I'm gettin' it
VVS my wrist, huh, gold on it like p*ss, uh
You could suck a di*k, if you ain't 'bout runnin' up this, uh
I stay in my lane ho', I ain't never switch
Nine-teen years old, grown man sh*t
No father in my life, I'm on my own man sh*t
Ayy, f*ck the bank, money, count it up, bandit, uh
Stain gang, take yo' sh*t, I guess I'm a bandit
Too much sauce for these hoes, they can't handle it
I can't have these hoes either, they be scandalous
I'm gon' beat it up, destroy it, like I vandal'd it
Aiming at your soup, cannot wear no campbell's, kid, yeah
Huh, ayy, add it, up
That lil', ho', she a, f*ck she a sl*t
Tu—pac hit 'em, up
Ambu—lance, pick 'em, up
I remember when my heart was broke
So was my pockets though
Now, I got a couple M's in my bank account, like—
I can't hear you talking, ho'
Fendi, Gucci, Louis in my closet, ho'
I walk up in Chase, fifty k, make a deposit, ho'
They still take it in when the bank is closed
Came into the bank with a big load
n*ggas iffy, uh, sticky tucked, Gummo
Closet really lookin' like a gun show
Not in my house, lil' ho
Feel like Mutombo
Up, right, left, right, X and Y
Hit 'em with a combo
n*ggas, they testify
You's a snitch, ho'
[Chorus]
Count it up, then grab the rubber bands
I just spent that on a pair of pants
I remember I was buying Vans
Hurt your feelings when I tell you my advance
I'm in L.A. walking in the sand, but tomorrow I might fly out to Japan
Shorty wanna f*ck, I told her that it all depends
Can you suck it through the leather pants? Yeah

[Verse 3]
My bedroom a strip club, baby, take it off
I don't pay for pus*y, but I'll break ya off
I be sippin' codeine whenever I got a cough
Rockin' Fendi shoes while standin' over a loft
Hit Saks Fifth, almost spent ten
Pull up on 'em with that-
I'm gon' f*ck her, then I'll f*ck her best friend
My best friend, the new Smith & Wesson
Yeah, yeah
She from Toronto
I f*cked that b*tch in my condo, don't let her mom know
Servin' that sh*t like cilantro out of the condo
Yeah, ayy
AB&B, ho'
You can't see, ho'
They wanna see me, ho'
I wanna be rich, but you a wannabe, ho'
Ran up checks quick
Couple m's, b*tch
I'm a Em', b*tch
Shady money, no slim, b*tch
[Chorus]
Count it up, then grab the rubber bands
I just spent that on a pair of pants
I remember I was buying Vans
Hurt your feelings when I tell you my advance
I'm in L.A. walking in the sand, but tomorrow I might fly out to Japan
Shorty wanna f*ck, I told her that it all depends
Can you suck it through the leather pants? Yeah