Produced by Malachi

[Lyrics]

(Malachi, you killed this one)

Get that cash, don’t care who you are
When you on your last, would your niggas let you borrow 
Driving fast, bitch I’m cutting up in any car 
Duckin Fanz, he duck opps to make it to tomorrow 
Stand a chance with these bitches off the story heart
No advance, bitch I can’t buy you no Audemars
What’s in my pants, my lil nerf came with like thirty darts
Fuck joining frats, hang with trappers who be serving hard

Damn 
I think I geek, way more than the fucking bar
I’m savoring every moment with your broad
Damn 
This bitch arguing, with me like she passed the bar
Fuck a following, your favorite rapper think I’m hard
Damn, scoop her, took her to the southside cus she think she posh 
Damn, she gon use me as a rebound and I’m like Chris Bosh now
Damn, met a new hoe in a new lo and I like her vibe now
Better tell me if it’s smoke because I’m having za now

Yeah
What 
Yea yeah
What
Yeah
What 
Ok
Ok

I got banned from their lil’ block but, hoe, I’m coming back 
I got bread for my believers and I promise that
Damn, had some loyal hoes who took that drive to Charlotte, man
Can’t hit that road no more, just meet me up in Charlotte man
Damn 
If I blow before I bag this hoe, I’m fuckin fans
Damn, thats your baddest hoe, but you know she made me ran 
Damn, I got fancy clothes, your BD don’t have these pants
Hoe, I got gatty soles, leaving prints up in the sand
Don’t get physical with me I’m a little man
I got fifty whole niggas that’s gone make you scram
First I hit the road, then the balcony with Talibans
Just like Benjicold, my plug having them percs out the ass
I need plenty more, I keep making a way with these raps
Facing that flavorful gas
Face it, I’m taking that cash
I got plenty goals, can’t relax, so I’m chasing them fast 
Facing way more than the facts
Stand in my way and it’s wraps

Get that cash, don’t care who you are
When you on your last, would your niggas let you borrow 
Driving fast, bitch I’m cutting up in any car 
Duckin Fanz, he duck opps to make it to tomorrow 
Stand a chance with these bitches off the story heart
No advance, bitch I can’t buy you no Audemars
What’s in my pants, my lil nerf came with like thirty darts
Fuck joining frats, hang with trappers who be serving hard

(This is a Wav exclusive, ha)

Vadova - Duckin Fanz

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[Lyrics]
Need them bands to keep going 
I’m tryna pull off with my mans in a foreign 
Whole lotta drugs, you can pop the shit or pour it 
Bad ass broad cooking breakfast in the morning 
Damn, Ion think they ever see me blowing 
Damn, ion think they ever see me glo-ing
Ain’t no time to call ‘cus my schedule getting long
Told the hoe I’m gone, she ain’t never see the wrong 
You ain’t really strong, you could never be the boss
Hope your money long, cus it cost to be the boss
Help a nigga ‘long, he gon switch up when he on
Help a nigga all damn year he a cross you
My hoe wet like the voss, I’m addicted like the drop
Whiff her like the za, then I lick you like the raw
You been flexing all damn year, I been watching 
Ima get your drop cus my niggas like to rob

Walk up out the mansion and I hop up in a boat
Call me old fashioned, but I’m still rocking ‘Po
Low, ticket, but a higher grade of smoke
Taking niggas advice with a grain of salt 
Wood grain on the dash, this Bentley like a boat
I cannot explain why I want my bitch on Vogue 
Came a long way from the gold Nissan Rogue
Ooh 
Yuh
Hella plans and shit, we just advance and shit
I pop swag in this bitch, I don’t dance and shit
Can’t examine this drip, won’t be accurate
I was famined, lil bitch, I won’t having shit
Go to Saks close that bitch like a cabinet 
And I’m still on the hunt for the baddest bitch 
Type of bitch I might to to Miami with
…
Tryna plan this shit, hoe fuck that random shit 
And my other hoe said I’m too random
But my favorite bitch said I’m spontaneous 
Having fragrance like Saudi Arabians 
Having lettuce like on top that McChicken
Smoking lettuce that came out of Michigan
Damn I’m lost off this shit just like Gilligan
…
Good morning bitch I woke up on the northside 
Northside but I post up on the eastside 
Your side full of hoes, it’s really three sides
Online copping drip, I’m checking jean sizes 
My life moving fast, I gotta rewind 
Motherfuck every opp, it ain’t no peace sign
Ain’t no guap calling, then a nigga decline

Need them bands to keep going 
I’m tryna pull off with my mans in a foreign 
Whole lotta drugs, you can pop the shit or pour it 
Bad ass broad cooking breakfast in the morning 
Damn, Ion think they ever see me blowing 
Damn, ion think they ever see me glo-ing
Ain’t no time to call ‘cus my schedule getting long
Told the hoe I’m gone, she ain’t never see the wrong 
You ain’t really strong, you could never be the boss
Hope your money long, cus it cost to be the boss
Help a nigga ‘long, he gon switch up when he on
Help a nigga all damn year he a cross you
My hoe wet like the voss, I’m addicted like the drop
Whiff her like the za, then I lick you like the raw
You been flexing all damn year, I been watching 
Ima get your drop cus my niggas like to rob

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