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bizzy banks - factory lyrics

[intro]
(where’s the atm?)
grrah
get money (chubby goin’ crazy, please)
uh, look

[verse 1]
he got a band in twenties, so he think he got him a pack, uh, uh (a pack)
the sh+t that i got in my pockets the sh+t you got in your stash, uh, uh (stupid)
i know you ain’t gettin’ no chicken, if you do, then why you ain’t spendin’ no chicken? (why you ain’t spendi’?)
uh, i know you be worried ’bout b+tches, if not, then why you be stretchin’ these b+tches? (why you be stretchin’ ’em?)
a b+tch can’t stress me out (at all)
the p+ssy ain’t good, i’ma kick her out (facts)
uh, they call me pimpin holmes in the film, n+gga, i can change your route (facts)
uh, a b+tch can’t sleep in my house, n+gga b+tch in the car, we tryna get clout (what?)
uh, i don’t even want the p+ssy no more, baby, you keep runnin’ your mouth (p+ssy, get money)
i don’t like that sh+t, she look in my eyes when i pipe that sh+t (i pipe that b+tch)
uh, i don’t like that sh+t, broke n+ggas with a badass b+tch (word)
ap on my wrist, i done came a long way from a rollie, n+gga (what else?)
tss, ap on my wrist, i done came a long way, it’s a trophy n+gga (what else?)
tss, ever since i got lit, everybody wanna say that they know a n+gga (like)
i was down bad on my d+ck, you ain’t wanna know a n+gga (at all)
uh, i know my ex mad ’cause i blew up when i broke up with her (facts)
uh, i know she real mad ’cause i f+cked her friend when i broke up with her (haha)

[bridge]
i know that b+tch mad as f+ck
‘fore she listen to this sh+t too, gang
grrah
bizzy
[verse 2]
uh, you ain’t gettin’ money, n+gga, that’s a light pack (word)
uh, oh, you totin’ guns, so you think you like that? (what?)
uh, better save all that bread for lawyers and bail (facts)
uh, tss, better watch your homie, your homie might tell (uh)
like i done been through it all, from the streets to jail
uh, i done got it on planes, i sent it through mail (no cap)
uh, my crib too high, stop ringin’ the bell
uh, and if you want a feature, send that to my jail
look, i been goin’ too long, so i gotta wake ’em up (i gotta wake ’em up)
countin’ so much money i got paper cuts, i ain’t got a pole, then i raise it up
put my feelings in this bottle, tryna lean on a b+tch with a double cup (leanin’)
and i drop my thumbs for them n+ggas ’cause they doin’ bad, i don’t throw it up (at all)
i just took a perky, now i’m throwin’ up (facts)
she 4’11”, weigh 127, so you know a n+gga finna throw her up (throw her)
you got a b+tch, but she our b+tch, so you look stupid when you post her up (dummy)
on the block i be posted up
while that car movin’ wocky, if they spin avgain, n+gga, we gon’ blow it up

[outro]
ha (grrah, grrah, grrah)
word

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