"Bang Bang Pow Pow" as written by Faheem Rasheed Najm, Jermaine Anthony Preyan, Tyler Matthew Carl Williams, Dwayne Carter and Noel C. Fisher....
My money right, my bread good (good, good)
Shawty fuckin', wassup girl? that head good!
Bang bang pow pow
I do my thang thang
Look at me now now
My money right, my money money cash up
Up up and away, face down, ass up
I rep my town town, that's where I'm from from
So nigga pow pow, bom bom

Money to blow, I'm living off tour
Boatload of cash, bitch I'm overboard
I got money for these whores if you open up the door
Cuppin' the accounts and they all want a pour
Real talk, I don't speak, even if it's “hi hater”
I'm on top and nothing like the elevator
All these bitches say I'm fly and I can never touch the ground
I'm not tryna be in your circle cause I don't fuck around

I get that money, that money (money)
I live it, I want it, Drop the top on that Ferrari
Now I'm in California
I let the hard top down and the wind blow through
All I do is win, what the fuck you gon do
Good, good, good
I do this for my hood, hood, hood
Yeah, and ain't nobody gonna stop me I doing it right now
So bang bang pow pow and everybody say

My money right, my bread good (good, good)
Shawty fuckin', wassup girl? that head good!
Bang bang pow pow
I do my thang thang
Look at me now now
My money right, my money money cash up
Up up and away, face down, ass up
I rep my town town, that's where I'm from from
So nigga pow pow, bom bom

I go so hard they call me go so hard
You ain't a king, you a joker card
Fuckin' up the Church money like a alter boy
I got them yellow zannies, that's them Tonka toys
I go bonkers boy, I put that on my mom and ‘em
These hoes are all alike, they put the ho in homonym
I think all these niggas sound like me, that's a compliment
I told a midget bitch, I do it big, hippopotamus
Put that on my Slime and ‘em, no b-ball, we stop and pop
No b-ball we got shit locked, swagga ill, wassup doc
Make that pussy pop like the gun I went to jail for
Shoot the doors off that jeep, that bitch look like a mail truck
Ya pussy keep ya tail tucked, real niggas in this bitch
Get that pussy wet, fuck her than I jet, Kenny Smith
T-pain voice: all I do is win and shit
Young Money in ya mothafukin' face, blemishes

My money right, my bread good (good, good)
Shawty fuckin', wassup girl? that head good!
Bang bang pow pow
I do my thang thang
Look at me now now
My money right, my money money cash up
Up up and away, face down, ass up
I rep my town town, that's where I'm from from
So nigga pow pow, bom bom


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"Bang Bang Pow Pow" as written by Tyler Williams Dwayne Carter

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