Young Money - Bang lyrics

I put the kush in the stogie, yeah
I put the Bentley in Drive
I'm pulling out the garage
And thanking God I'm alive
I've been through so much shit
Been through trouble and back
I ain't do much time
But dawg I ain't going back
These niggas fake and they phony
The paparazzi wait on me
I left the jail in Givenchy
They should have posted that homie
I'm in the A with Rich Homie
I'm in the A with 2 Chainz
I'm in the A with my brother
It's YMCM Rich Gang
Now tell them niggas line up
I tell them niggas time up
This KTZ gon' stand out
It's clear I don't give a fuck
In my closet I eat you up
My fashion ill - no duh
My whip game insane uh Ferrari Testarossa's
Y'all niggas thought I lost it, I'm awesome
I just took a break to teach a
Young nigga how to boss it
Like when KG went to Boston
Or when Melo went to the Knicks
And he brought JR Smith and
They both started ballin'
Big bro went from serving birds
To pelicans in New Orleans
Let me take a break, let me catch my breath
Rolling with the Birdman homie
It's YM over everything
Nigga, I don't need nothing else
It's Lil Twist, nigga, I'm checked in
I fucked homegirl and her best friend
You don't wanna miss out on your blessing
Got the dope dick and I use it as a weapon
I just

Shooter, bang shooter, bang
Shooter, bang shooter, bang
Shooter, bang

Sometimes I think I'm Michael Jordan
Michael Tyson
Michael Phelps and Michael Jackson
Might just drop my fucking
Tape and fuck around, it might go platinum
How'd I do that off of freebies?
Fill my double cup with ether
Got the same buzz as niggas with
An album off of features
See I'm doing it again, got
A tool in the timbs
Now the rules gotta bend
No tools in the gym but I gotta bring it in
Because niggas wanna flex
But they really slim Jim
Gotta point it at him, him, fuck it and him
All I wanna do is kill
Kill for the ching ching
Got a best friend and the
Best friend got a twin gotta fit 'em all in
Now that's a win win win win
The room's spinning cause I'm faded
Watch how you run up on these businessmen
They're gang related
I said I like the way she dance
She like the way I made it
Fuck me without paying the rent
Imagine if I paid it
I owe you one girl, I owe you one's
Money always been the main attraction
Homie told me women always
Been the main distraction
And I'm too focused
I just hate to get disturbed
I'm busy making millions and
She just started laughing
So you know I had to

Shooter, bang shooter, bang
Shooter, bang shooter, bang
Shooter, bang

When I'm mad is when I
Don’t even wanna mask on
War paint like a baboon and my
Bitch got a red ass on
Young Money Cash Money to the dirt of me
So for certainly, I'ma get my blast on
To the face of a fuck nigga
Trying to fuck with us
Think they can make it if
They can run a decathlon
Stay blazing, I mack on
Play brave and get back home
With them AK's, crack arms
With a straight face, that calm
And I fain gaze and attack on with
A straight razor in that palm
Any nigga want it he gotta get it
The Yappa got it rolling and rocking with it
I got a nigga showing and popping
Picking and going
Packing a fight, everybody hit the floor
He shot the men and boom
Pallbearers, cold moms, militia all Bishop's
O-Dawg's you should've drove off
Hitting on bitches and poor dogs
Looking the nose off
Looking like I'm flicking the stove off
When I'm kicking the stove off
Kicking the doors off
Everybody hit the deck
Still bodies get thrown off
Say making a remarkable pay
Meeting grandpa at a doc or a bay
Bad bitch, hide the grippers, I may
Fucking killing unbook
Come the coppers and spray
Twizzie get the chicken
They plot him hopping the gate
If you get to trippin' then you
Get shot in the face
Euro got the bitch in the
Kitchen popping the safe
Sorry to say, no eye witness
You finish you gotta bang

Shooter, bang shooter, bang
Shooter, bang shooter, bang
Shooter, bang