BING BONG lyrics

[Intro]
(3Dawg made this one)

[Verse]
Only thing I love is money, commas make me horny (Money fetish)
Ghost my last n*gga, he wasn't doin' enough for me (Bye)
Shout out to them b*tches who keep my name in they mouth
Just know I'm the big league and you hoes some Girl Scouts (Little-ass girl)
Airplane mode, I don't wanna talk if money ain't bein' mentioned (Mmm)
Thinkin' she could f*ck with me, this b*tch done lost her senses (Lost her mind)
If that n*gga top fire, I'm grantin' him three wishes
Pulled a him on him, now he swear he can't stand b*tches
Pulled a him on him, now he swear he can't stand hoes (Hoes)
My n*gga pull up Hellcat, Trackhawk, Range Rove' (Skrrt)
I'm lookin' good as hell, the f*ck I look like stayin' inside for? (f*ck I look like?)
Skully tee Chanaynay, b*tch, I spent a ten on wardrobe (Ten)
I get what I want and send these n*ggas off like mail (Get outta there)
You can be his peace, 'cause I'm the type to give him hell (Hell)
He thought he had me put up, crazy as hell (Crazy)
More motion than a lot of n*ggas that's slangin' vacuum seal (Okay)
Y'all might think it's drip, I just be gettin' fresh as hell (For real)
Young raw turnt b*tch, I ain't takin' no chill pill (Never ever)
All my opps is dead 'cause b*tches can't be for real (They dead)
If that n*gga f*ck up, I'm gettin' back in the field (Back up in the field)
Yeah, yeah, play dumb
I put belt to ass, my n*gga puttin' Dracs to drums (b*tch ass)
I'ma blow some bread for real, I want every crumb
Pressin' P on b*tches always made my days fun
Post a pic on Insta', to my DMs, n*ggas run (Nah, for real)
You might think he's hot, to me, this n*gga ain't worth nothin' (Back up, lil' bruh)
Who want smoke with B? They gon' need another lung (Yup)
Screamin', "f*ck ya life," like I'm from NY, bing bong (Dummy)