Lyrics

Jay Storm already told you we got the bands in our pants Bitch, I'm ridin' dolo Yeah, bitch, I'm ridin' dolo (Bans) Yeah, ayy Money so long Money so long So long Dolo, dolo, dolo, dolo Dolo, dolo, dolo, dolo Dolo, dolo, dolo, dolo Dolo, dolo, dolo, dolo Dolo, dolo, dolo, dolo Dolo, dolo, dolo, dolo Dolo, dolo, dolo, dolo Dolo, dolo, dolo, dolo Bitch, I'm ridin' dolo, ayy, pull up in a stolo, ayy Diamonds in my chain different colors like Crayola, ayy I can't fuck this bitch if she come in with the odor, ayy Pull up and you know I got the supercharged motor, ayy Bitch, it's Yung Bans, young nigga, I got older Bitch, I'm juggin' with the pack, bitch, I'm juggin' for the sack If a nigga pull up on me, then he better have my cash If a nigga ain't got my cash, then you know I'm on the gas, yeah Race track, ayy, moving very fast Nigga gotta come in first, bitch, I can't come in last Bitch, I really do this shit, I can't be nothin' like my dad Huh, yeah, that nigga sittin' on his ass (Yeah, yeah) And bitch I'm dolo Pull up, geeked up, movin' slow-mo Pour a four up, then pour four more Fucked your bitch 'cause she a ho-ho Ho-ho, hold up, pull up, roll up Good gas, smoke up, on your poster Your bitch she wanna fuck me 'cause she know a nigga glowed up Yeah that nigga- (Yeah, ayy) Dolo, dolo, dolo, dolo Dolo, dolo, dolo, dolo Dolo, dolo, dolo, dolo Dolo, dolo, dolo, dolo Dolo, dolo, dolo, dolo Dolo, dolo, dolo, dolo Dolo, dolo, dolo, dolo Dolo, dolo, dolo, dolo
Writer(s): Vas Coleman, Siraj Muhammad Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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