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​bbno$ – seven Lyrics

seven By ​bbno$

So I just signed that I hope it pays back
Couple millies need a chase that, this baby needs racks
Might just get my self some payback and where the case at
I might just flip it run it cash that, I gotta cash that
Yeah
Cause I got 7 banks, empty thots, plenty
Too much on my mind its kinda heavy
I got 7 tracks ready
China’s, with me
Way too many hits this world ain’t ready for the baby

I’ve been moving, I’ve been moving, I’ve been moving
What you doing? What you doing? What you doing?
I’ve been around it, but when I found it I got groovy
Trippy tryna be an actor in the movies
Money in the bag cause my future is exactly where I’m at
Ain’t got time for trash talk, these goofies on their laptop
I’m cheffin already ain’t no more bread, no more spaghetti
I’m on my greens, I’m on my veggies, on my health I got plenty
Wake up feeling like shit but I’m changing I
My brain’s all twisted like this I’m rearranging it
Soundcloud paying me again I’m going down down
Baby what you need it cause I got you any time now
Might just get some marijuana just for me, ay
I got all connections every west and every week
Broke and I’m still flexing with my homie out in Canada
But the difference in the future we’ll be stacking out in Panama

So I just signed that I hope it pays back
Couple millies need a chase that, this baby needs racks
Might just get my self some payback and where the case at
I might just flip it run it cash that, I gotta cash that
Yeah
Cause I got 7 banks, empty thots, plenty
Too much on my mind its kinda heavy
I got 7 tracks ready
China’s, with me
Way too many hits this world ain’t ready for the baby

Yeah I’m posted in the coop
Wait, posted in the boof
My finger got some loops
Fuck the lean I drink the soup
Got some polo on my shoes
Wait, money on mind
Wait, cup be filled with goose paired with Tropicana juice, yea
Run this game, huh
Run it, run a bag, huh
Check the tags, yea I always check the tags
And I eat my steak fillet, why your mommy call me bae?
Your ice is crusty it clay, my diamonds jumping watch em sway, ay
I’m a loose mind, independent unsigned, mastermind
Damn broke, check less, mastercard, declined
Wide waist, thin pants, God that booty, defined
One song, play my shit, now you hit a gold mine
So you say you get that money by your self but bitch you signed
Stick the hell outside my lane like boy you follow lines
Tryna make this money legal I don’t want no fines
Needa cop a wrist I need reminding I got time

So I just signed that I hope it pays back
Couple millies need a chase that, this baby needs racks
Might just get my self some payback and where the case at
I might just flip it run it cash that, I gotta cash that
Yeah
Cause I got 7 banks, empty thots, plenty
Too much on my mind its kinda heavy
I got 7 tracks ready
China’s, with me
Way too many hits this world ain’t ready for the baby