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Alright You already know my boys and I, we Bellionaires in this bitch If you ain't talking cash don't come in tryna talk with Nook Let's get this Top target, Stalk Market I'm finna Turnip a profit, ugh Pad? Lavish. Stacks? Fattest Loaded with Bells in my wallet, ugh So I'm finna ring it up, ring it up, ring it up, what! Crew full of animals, I roll with dogs Ring it up, ring it up, ring it up, what! Each Nook and Cranny, boy I own it all What do you do when you're the new kid in a new town? Just a little bit clueless what to do now Well allow me to swoop in, if you would excuse me Just a kind Tanuki helping you out Sike! Bitch, I'm the kingpin I run this town, so my pockets stay eatin' Wallet is fat, but boy I'm Tanuki So I'm fully loaded in several regions Pascal, way I'm sending you shells Got a boy turning ghost like he Wisp when I spray loose Get pointed for touching my Bells Li'l red dot stinging like a B, no Gamecube When I send rounds, they don't come from a slingshot But I still tend to get this shit poppin' All of these Animals thinking they big shots But I'm not the one you should be Crossing Top target, Stalk Market I'm finna Turnip a profit, ugh Pad? Lavish. Stacks? Fattest Loaded with Bells in my wallet, ugh So I'm finna ring it up, ring it up, ring it up, what! Crew full of animals, I roll with dogs Ring it up, ring it up, ring it up, what! Each Nook and Cranny, boy I own it all Every day I'm finna ring it up Always raking in green, can't get enough Never space in my pockets, I fill 'em up T. Bunny, bodybag a bitch and Zip it up, if he talking shit at us I pull the metal, that's Copper, he Booking it fast That boy is Franklin, we Cooking his ass They try to upgrade they crib, but they ain't got the funds! Want a loan? Come to Nook for the cash! Don't need to be shaking no trees just to get me a stick Disrespect Nook, you know what's coming after He want the smoke? Take a minute to think If you Buggin' I'm letting Speak, call it Blathers They wanna talk about my riches Boy this shit is despicable I got a couple of fine bitches And I mean that in literal Top target, Stalk Market I'm finna Turnip a profit Pad? Lavish. Stacks? Fattest Loaded with Bells in my wallet So I'm finna ring it up, ring it up, ring it up, what! Crew full of animals, I roll with dogs Ring it up, ring it up, ring it up, what! Each Nook and Cranny, boy I own it all So I'm finna ring it up, ring it up, ring it up, what! Crew full of animals, I roll with dogs Ring it up, ring it up, ring it up, what! Each Nook and Cranny, boy I own it all You know it, you know that shit's for real We stay posted like we on the motherfucking Bulletin Don't fuck with us Nook
Writer(s): Bryce Wentland Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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