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| | | Artist | | | Album | | | Song | Bang Bang Pow Pow |
| [Intro]
Ohh
Na Na Na
Ohh, Ohh
Na Na Na
Ohh
[T-Pain]
My money right, my money money, my bread good (good, good)
Shawty f-ckin', wassup girl, that head good?
Bang Bang Pow Pow
I do my thang thang
Look at me now now
My money right, my money money cash up
Up up and away, face down, ass up
I rep my town town, that's where I'm from
So nigga pow pow, bum bum
Money to blow, I'm limpin' off tour
Boatload of cash, bitch I'm overboard
I got money for these whores if you open up the door
Company accounts and they're all one accord
Real talk, I don't speak, even if it's "hi haters"
I'm on top and I done locked the elevator
All these bitches say Im fly and I can never touch the ground
I'm not tryna be in your circle cause I don't fuck around
I get that money, that money (money)
I live it, I want it, Drop the top on that Ferrari
Now I'm in California
I let the hard top down and the wind blow through
All I do is win, what the fuck you gonna do?
I'm good, good, good
and I do this for my hood, hood, hood
Yeah, and aint nobody gonna stop me I doing it right now
So bang bang pow pow
everybody say
[Hook]
[Lil Wayne]
I go so hard they call me go so hard
You aint a king, you a joker card
F-ckin' up the Church money like an alter boy
I got them yellow Xanies, that's them Tonka Toys
I go bonkers boy, I put that on my momma dem
The hoes are all alike, they put the ho in homonym
I think all these niggas sound like me, That's a compliment
I told a midget bitch, I do it big hippopotamus
Put that on my Slime and them
No B-ball; we stop and pop
No B-ball we got shit locked
Swagga ill, what's up doc?
Make that p-ssy pop like the gun I went to jail for
Shoot the doors off that jeep, that bitch look like a mail truck
You p-ssy! keep your tail tucked real, niggas in this bitch
Get that p-ssy wet, f-ck her than I jet: Kenny Smith
#T-pain voice, all I do is win and shit
Young money in your motherf-cken face:
Blemishes
[Hook]
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