Songtexte
Lord,
I
need
some
commas
on
my
bank
account
Dollars,
yeah,
a
big
amount
All
these
niggas
passin'
by,
goin'
up
They
don't
even
need
to
know
what's
rap
to
be
blowin'
up
Guess
I
should
be
droppin'
lines
like
commas
on
my
bank
account
Dollars,
yeah,
a
big
amount
All
these
niggas
passin'
by,
goin'
up
They
don't
even
need
to
know
what's
rap
to
be
blowin'
up
Guess
I
should
be
dropping
lines
like
commas
on
my
bank
account
Dollars,
yeah,
a
big
amount
All
these
niggas
passin'
by,
goin'
up
They
don't
even
need
to
know
what's
rap
to
be
blowin'
up
Guess
I
should
be
dropping
lines
like
commas
on
my
bank
account
Dollars,
yeah,
a
big
amount
All
these
niggas
passin'
by,
goin'
up
They
don't
even
need
to
know
what's
rap
to
be
blowin'
up
Guess
I
should
be
dropping
lines
like
Fuck
them
Gucci,
Louis
pants
I
don't
give
a
fuck
'bout
no
stupid
brands
Nigga
got
his
own
style
from
the
motherland
Your
baby
mama
can't
stop
with
that
cuddlin'
Work
that
coochie
'til
it's
red
That's
why
she
doesn't
talk
to
her
stupid
mans
Her
belly
full
of
my
guys,
now
they're
puddlin'
She
ain't
even
my
type,
bro,
it's
troublin'
Too
much,
I
don't
know
how
to
stop
(Come
here)
New
crush,
damn,
they
all
wanna
fuck
(Tommy)
Do
a
bunch,
then
I'm
back
on
my
stuff
(Plottin')
Few
of
us,
just
a
few
for
a
spot
(I'm
comin')
Lord,
I
need
some
commas
on
my
bank
account
Dollars,
yeah,
a
big
amount
All
these
niggas
passin'
by,
goin'
up
They
don't
even
need
to
know
what's
rap
to
be
blowin'
up
Guess
I
should
be
droppin'
lines
like
commas
on
my
bank
account
Dollars,
yeah,
a
big
amount
All
these
niggas
passin'
by,
goin'
up
They
don't
even
need
to
know
what's
rap
to
be
blowin'
up
Guess
I
should
be
dropping
lines
like
Top
of
the
hill
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