10kDunkin - NOT BRUNO MARS lyrics
[10kDunkin - NOT BRUNO MARS lyrics]
That money, I go hard
Jump out with that stick, I'm goin' hard
Mama said my head hard
In that, I take shit too far
Niggas talkin' on the 'net
I shoot that boy, swish, all net
Your bitch know I'm 'bout that check
I'm ridin' around with illegal shit
I'm ridin' around with an illegal stick
Hop out the car and let that bitch hit
Thought I wasn't on that fuck shit
(It's DJ Gren8de)
(Ladies and gentlemen, my main man, Jaimoe)
Yeah, I can't die for no bitch
I ain't Bruno Mars let a fuck nigga play
I'ma send him to the stars
It ain't my fault she wanna
Kick it with a star
Let him pull up, I'ma shoot up his car
Bitch, 'bout that money, I go hard
Jump out with that stick, I'm goin' hard
Mama said my head hard
In that, I take shit too far
Niggas talkin' on the 'net
I shoot that boy, swish, all net
Your bitch know I'm 'bout that check
I'm ridin' around with illegal shit
I'm ridin' around with an illegal stick
Stop the car and let that bitch hit
Thought I wasn't on that fuck shit
I got 'em duckin' now
Put them bands on a nigga head
That shit ain't nothin' now
Yeah, put them bands on a nigga head
Hе can't say nothin' now
Yeah, I'm in the coupe
Countin' up thеse bands
So much money, think I need more hands
That double cup make me lean like a kickstand
My money tall, the same height as a big man
Skinny nigga but the Glock big, man
I thank God 'cause he ain't let it jam
I do what I want, free my dogs out the can
I do what I want, I do what they can't
Selling that dope, shoutout to my man
Everything come together when you
Stick to the plan
I know that these niggas be hatin'
I keep that ceiling fan
I make Ben Frank do his dance
I flip that money now
Designer belt hold up my pants
Got a Glock on me, you can tell by my stance
Yeah, I can't die for no bitch
I ain't Bruno Mars let a fuck nigga play
I'ma send him to the stars
It ain't my fault she wanna
Kick it with a star
Let him pull up, I'ma shoot up his car
Bitch, 'bout that money, I go hard
Jump out with that stick, I'm goin' hard
Mama said my head hard
In that, I take shit too far
Niggas talkin' on the 'net
I shoot that boy, swish, all net
Your bitch know I'm 'bout that check
I'm ridin' around with illegal shit
I'm ridin' around with an illegal stick
Stop the car and let that bitch hit
Thought I wasn't on that fuck shit
I got 'em duckin' now
Put them bands on a nigga head
That shit ain't nothin' now
Put them bands on a nigga head
That shit ain't nothin' now sOS
Pull up 'bout that issue
When we pull up, it ain't nothin' now sOS
When you SOS, it's like bein' on
A all star team or somethin'
Everybody wanna shoot
Jump out with that stick, I'm goin' hard
Mama said my head hard
In that, I take shit too far
Niggas talkin' on the 'net
I shoot that boy, swish, all net
Your bitch know I'm 'bout that check
I'm ridin' around with illegal shit
I'm ridin' around with an illegal stick
Hop out the car and let that bitch hit
Thought I wasn't on that fuck shit
(It's DJ Gren8de)
(Ladies and gentlemen, my main man, Jaimoe)
Yeah, I can't die for no bitch
I ain't Bruno Mars let a fuck nigga play
I'ma send him to the stars
It ain't my fault she wanna
Kick it with a star
Let him pull up, I'ma shoot up his car
Bitch, 'bout that money, I go hard
Jump out with that stick, I'm goin' hard
Mama said my head hard
In that, I take shit too far
Niggas talkin' on the 'net
I shoot that boy, swish, all net
Your bitch know I'm 'bout that check
I'm ridin' around with illegal shit
I'm ridin' around with an illegal stick
Stop the car and let that bitch hit
Thought I wasn't on that fuck shit
I got 'em duckin' now
Put them bands on a nigga head
That shit ain't nothin' now
Yeah, put them bands on a nigga head
Hе can't say nothin' now
Yeah, I'm in the coupe
Countin' up thеse bands
So much money, think I need more hands
That double cup make me lean like a kickstand
My money tall, the same height as a big man
Skinny nigga but the Glock big, man
I thank God 'cause he ain't let it jam
I do what I want, free my dogs out the can
I do what I want, I do what they can't
Selling that dope, shoutout to my man
Everything come together when you
Stick to the plan
I know that these niggas be hatin'
I keep that ceiling fan
I make Ben Frank do his dance
I flip that money now
Designer belt hold up my pants
Got a Glock on me, you can tell by my stance
Yeah, I can't die for no bitch
I ain't Bruno Mars let a fuck nigga play
I'ma send him to the stars
It ain't my fault she wanna
Kick it with a star
Let him pull up, I'ma shoot up his car
Bitch, 'bout that money, I go hard
Jump out with that stick, I'm goin' hard
Mama said my head hard
In that, I take shit too far
Niggas talkin' on the 'net
I shoot that boy, swish, all net
Your bitch know I'm 'bout that check
I'm ridin' around with illegal shit
I'm ridin' around with an illegal stick
Stop the car and let that bitch hit
Thought I wasn't on that fuck shit
I got 'em duckin' now
Put them bands on a nigga head
That shit ain't nothin' now
Put them bands on a nigga head
That shit ain't nothin' now sOS
Pull up 'bout that issue
When we pull up, it ain't nothin' now sOS
When you SOS, it's like bein' on
A all star team or somethin'
Everybody wanna shoot