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hersh myls x roley myls - back now lyrics

[verse 1: hersh myls]

n-ggas be broke in they burken no cash out
all the lonchers my brothers no splash out
keep my hands on my bands no hands out
waviest n-gga no beach no sand out
when they leave you they go right to your mans now
we cycle b-tches like fans now
d-mn daniel not again with the what
d-mn daniel not again with vans now
lonch myls yeah we back now
you front now you get ran down
fifties & hundreds my stash now
barely got sp-ce in my pants now
from ny to l.a like lance now
hands folded be the stance now
all this money bring the feds out
all this bape make me stand out
i use to be broke but im back now
b-tches feen when i p-ss round
ballin’ so long i can’t p-ss now
all of these shots that i take
all of the shots that i make
-ssisting my n-ggas like james
i could care less bout the fame
its only bout me & my gang (x2)
only thing different, my chain
and how i swerve down the lane
tell-em catch up like they catching the bus
dont jack that we talked if we never f-cked
failures a habit but success is a must
and theres not a b-tch that ill ever trust
been cashin out like the first of the month
fifties & hundreds is all what we touch
blue hundreds gotta keep it a buck
all this green like the milwaukee bucks
all black like bruce wayne
black v like a wu-tang
same value but the bills change
lonch myls straight hop out gang

[hook 1: hersh myls]

pullin up in the audi
hit em up then we outty
all white masarati
hoppin out them bugatti’s
location on come find me
i love the money word to mommy
i use to be broke but im lonch now
wrist bling lookin rocky (x5)
i use to be broke but im lonch now
my wrist bling lookin rocky (x3)

[verse 2: roley myls]

b-tches on me, they callin my jack now
no more askin, im blowin a rack now
too much flexin, i gotta 6 pack now
no more fightin, im using the mack now
when i get in the booth i go harder then brillo
cuz n-ggas sleep on me like i was a pillow
never chasing b-tches im chasing dinero (x2)
hop in the v going outta the state
im getting it now ain’t no time for the wait
yu ain’t talking money get out of my face
no talking no walking no time for debate
yu get in your bag i get in my burk
im puttin up numbers and puttin in work
she look at the cash now she wanna flirt
he look at the cash now he wanna lurk
he lurkin till n-ggas put-em in the dirt
i shoot boom boom now they callin me durk
im sippin this lean this sh-t got me turnt
rollin up blunts my sh-t always burnt
im gettin this money now they wanna know me
these b-tches is fans they just wanna blow me
if you ain’t a lody you can’t be my homie
a dynamic duo with hershey and roley
and im with my lonchers never see me doley
i pull out a rack now she riding my pony
stay with the heat like im bosh
she all on my d-ck on my c-ck
my n-ggas we eatin we ock
she wanna f-ck me cuz im hot
im scoring, you p-ss me the rock
the game, yeah i got it on lock

[hook 2: hersh myls]

pullin up in the audi
hit em up then we outty
all white masarati
hoppin out them bugatti’s
location on come find me
i love the money word to mommy
use to be broke but im lonch now
wrist bling lookin rocky (x3)
i use to be broke but im lonch now
wrist bling lookin rocky (x4)

- hersh myls x roley myls lyrics

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