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[Intro]
Aye, look. Peep game though. Real n*gga don’t gotta show too much, n*gga. I might come through in a low, in a ‘rrari, n*gga. Sippin’ Fiji water, n*gga. You know I’m sayin’? Livin’ life though

[Chorus]
Word around town, I got them bands right
Word around town, I bought that Benz right
Word around town, I got my sh*t right
Word around town, I got that big ice
I got my sh*t together, so you choosin’ now
I got my sh*t together, so you choosin’ now
I got my sh*t together, so you choosin’ now
I got my sh*t together, so you choosin’ now

[Verse 1]
I was sittin’ in the trap, thinkin’ of a plan
If I can get this hoe crackin’, I can buy a Benz
But back then, it was hard for me to touch a band
‘cause on the low, that lil’ hoe wanted a boyfriend
Took a trip to the A, yeah, I took a chance
Got there, went broke, I was like, “Damn”
Had to sleep at the airport, I’m like, “Damn”
Sun’ told me not to f*ck with that ticket, man
I gave it a few months and the b*tch blew
For a n*gga with a whip and some nice shoes
And that’s when I found out that she wasn’t cool
But I let the b*tch beg, I’m a damn fool
That’s one of the bad things that money can do
And all money ain’t good, learned that from you
And now you wanna come back, b*tch, you ain’t cool
I got sh*t to do
b*tch, keep it movin’
[Chorus]
Word around town, I got them bands right
Word around town, I bought that Benz right
Word around town, I got my sh*t right
Word around town, I got that big ice
I got my sh*t together, so you choosin’ now
I got my sh*t together, so you choosin’ now
I got my sh*t together, so you choosin’ now
I got my sh*t together, so you choosin’ now

[Verse 2]
I might go to Puerto Rice to chill out
Next week, I’m thinkin’ London, this sh*t real now
I’ma tryna make a couple million for my kid now
When I heard Corky[?] died, I was like, “Wow”
Hot-boxed in the whip, yeah, I’m in the clouds
Run up on this 650, and it’s goin’ down
Holla at my OG, he fronted a pound
Then, I shipped it out of town, watch that money pile
I be ridin’ by myself, ‘cause these n*ggas dirty
I got a hunid enemies and a hunid Dro
I got a hunid backwoods and a hunid blunts
And a hunid bad b*tches tryna get it from me
I said, “Excuse me, b*tch. Why you playin’ with me?
I don’t wanna talk, if you ain’t talkin’ bands with me
You should fly to Miami and get a tan with me
And maybe you could eat lunch on the sand with me
Before we take this any further, ma, explain to me
Are you on some groupie sh*t? You actin’ strange to me
Do you like smokin’ weed? I love those trees
We can chill by the ocean
Okay now, look- look- look ma, what’s hannin’?
I don’t wanna be your boyfriend, that’s tragic
I might wanna come over, chill, eat a sandwich
Please, no cameras, no Instagram action
You do it for the lights, you know I do it for the cabbage”
[Chorus]
Word around town, I got them bands right
Word around town, I bought that Benz right
Word around town, I got my sh*t right
Word around town, I got that big ice
I got my sh*t together, so you choosin’ now
I got my sh*t together, so you choosin’ now
I got my sh*t together, so you choosin’ now
I got my sh*t together, so you choosin’ now