Baby Basile, Danny $pace - IGM Lyrics

Rubber bands pop
I'm gettin money now
Fuckin on your bitch
I think I'm funny now
I just spent a check
I still ain't runnin out

Lightin my weed up
And counting my cash
I catch a body
Then I take a dab
Fuckin your bitch
And then she call a cab
I want it all
Can't make it last
Smoke what you make in a day
There aint no way
You could keep up with the pace
Tat on my face
Don't give a damn
What the fuck they gon say
Lightin up bomb ass weed
Who you kidding
Do it anywhere that I want
No permission
Damn what you missing
On a space mission
If your girl wanna kick it
Then your girl gon kick it
Damn she a groupie
I'm a fan
Diamonds dancing on my hand
Stay popping rubber bands
Gettin money
I'm the man

Rubber bands pop
I'm gettin money now
Fuckin on your bitch
I think I'm funny now
I just spent a check
I still ain't runnin out

I just got a check
And they think I'm lying
I can't fuck with snakes
They move too quiet
Half y'all fake
So fake so slimy
I can't catch a case
So please don't try me
I been laying low
Staying high I'm flying
I know she miss the old me
But ain't no rewinding
I gotta get it
I'm on a mission
I'm grinding
Can't fuck with the bitches
That fuck up the vision
They childish