BANGAZ lyrics

[Chorus: Don Toliver]
I'm poppin' like Crisco
Pull up in a souped up Benzo
Stand on the block with a Glock and ten toes
Ha-ha, how do these n*ggas fall for these bimbos?
Ha-ha, callin' up Pharrell, I need them Timbos
Call my brother to smoke, he need like ten loads
A mini Minute Maid on drop top, n*gga, like ten hoes
I'm jumping in line, Cac' Jack, this sh*t got ten roads
A n*gga want a verse with DT, God damn it, got ten flows

[Bridge: Don Toliver]
I like the way she— uh, yeah
I like the way she— uh, yeah
I like the way she— uh, uh, uh (Yeah, yeah)
I like the way she— uh, yeah
I like the way she— uh, yeah
I like the way she— I like the way she—
I like the way she— yeah

[Verse 1: Don Toliver]
Lil' ass b*tch, touch down in Croatia
I'm in the club, “Here, pop a Fantasia”
“What is you doin' b*tch, what is your main sh*t?”
That lil' petty sh*t'll turn homicide danger
I poppin' this sh*t off like Texas Ranger
“Where is you goin' b*tch, what is the danger?”
I'm flyin' down the block, this b*tch is a angel
I'm bendin' the corner, I'm turnin' the angles
We got all the sh*t, do this sh*t like Bojangles
I took the lil' b*tch to go shop in Topanga
She stack the sh*t up but she got her a ringer
Chanelly her purses, she totin' a Banga
Throwin' up gang signs, throwin' up fingers
Throwin' up gang signs, throwin' up fingers
[Refrain: Don Toliver & Destroy Lonely]
I like the way she— uh, yeah
I like the way she— uh, yeah
I like the way she— uh, uh, uh (Yeah, yeah)
I like the way she— uh, yeah (Yah)
I like the way she— uh, yeah (Uh)
I like the way she— I like the way she (Double O)
I like the way she— (Baby Money, yah)

[Verse 2: Destroy Lonely]
I like the way that she twist her fingers (Twist 'em)
I'm 'bout to buy her a Double O chain (Double O)
She make it bounce, got springs in her veins (Yeah)
I'm 'bout to throw it up, racks, okay (Baby Money)
Yeah, walk into the Baby Money range (Haha)
My ho, had a tattoo on her face
I got another hundred thousand on the way
Twistin' n*ggas hatin', can't stop this race
She just tryna f*ck, don't do no speakin' (Nah, we ain't talkin', yeah)
You shouldn't have cuffed that ho, what the f*ck was you thinkin'? (Double O; Yeah, yeah)
My right wrist takin' a turn, it keep blinkin' (Blinkin', Baby Money; Yeah, yeah)
I don't think I even deserve her, the b*tch too freaky (Freaky; Woo, woo)
I like the way she pop it, pop it, pop it, pop it, pop it (Baby Money; Woo-woo)
She gotta suck that di*k until she throw up, if ya' ever get nauseous (Woo-woo; Nauseous, nauseous)
She gotta cheat on her man, she ain't goin' home, she ain't sayin' sorry
Cheatin' with us in a mansion, shawty said she wanna f*ck on Carti (Woo-woo)
Baby Money (Uh), Baby Money
[Chorus: Don Toliver]
I'm poppin' like Crisco
Pull up in a souped up Benzo
Stand on the block with a Glock and ten toes
Ha-ha, how do these n*ggas fall for these bimbos?
Ha-ha, callin' up Pharrell, I need them Timbos
Call my brother to smoke, he need like ten loads
A mini Minute Maid on drop top, n*gga, like ten hoes
I'm jumping in line, Cac' Jack, this sh*t got ten roads
A n*gga want a verse with DT, God damn it, got ten flows

[Refrain: Don Toliver]
I like the way she— uh, yeah
I like the way she— uh, yeah
I like the way she— uh, uh, uh (Yeah, yeah)
I like the way she— uh, yeah
I like the way she— uh, yeah