80 Bands - Z Money

Lil Mexico, yeah

Aye, Lil Mexico, uh huh

Yeah

What up, Mexico?

You know how the fuck we comin', nigga

My style is so unique (damn) that they don’t hear me in my Jeep

They call me, «Mr.

Z, it’s time for diamonds in your teeth» (yeah)

My trap like a pharmacy, a hundred thou' a week

I got the defence (defence), and the scent that I’ma keep (yeah)

I don’t fuck with creeps, Forgis sittin' and reclinin' my seat (seat)

Come and let me tease, I can show you how I whip a ki (how I whip)

Can’t get gas for free, I got lotta karats in my piece (true)

Lil bitch take a peek, got 300 hundreds on the seats

So much trap in me, I might just go trap right overseas

Baggin' up them Gs, whippin' up, give samples out for free

Bitch, you kiddin' me, your boyfriend, he broke with none to eat

I trust in my fort, I got five cars, I got a fleet

Damn, they tryna fuck up my plans

I got like 80 thousand on me and like 80 bands (like 80 bands)

I got like 80 thousand on me, I can’t shake no hands (I can’t shake no hands)

I’m whippin', cookin' with my homie’nem, favorite friends (and my favorite

friends)

Damn, just do it again

Hop up in the Lamb', hit your top look like a dam (damn)

.45 with a silencer, this bitch don’t make a sound (no)

All my niggas wildin', they be quick to take you down (yeah)

Super leaper stan, got these niggas with a frown (frown)

Fiends jumpin' around, when they come, they come in crowds (crowds)

This shit I’m smokin' on is stinky and it’s really loud (loud)

Too serious with this money, I can’t even crack a smile (damn)

I’m smackin' her neck, crackin', I got diamonds in my dial (diamonds)

All you hear about ('bout), whippin' up that wild (wild)

Got junkies from a mile (yeah), this not Eddie Bauer

This a Louis towel (Louis towel), big AR for the cow beef (cow)

If he want some cows (yeah)

Damn, they tryna fuck up my plans

I got like 80 thousand on me and like 80 bands (like 80 bands)

I got like 80 thousand on me, I can’t shake no hands (I can’t shake no hands)

I’m whippin', cookin' with my homie’nem, favorite friends (and my favorite

friends)

Damn, just do it again

Hop up in the Lamb', hit your top look like a dam (damn)

.45 with a silencer, this bitch don’t make a sound (no)

All my niggas wildin', they be quick to take you down (yeah)

'Round, they jumpin' 'round