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DJ Esco

"Freeband Taliban"

[Hook: Stuey Rock]
Dirty money, keep that sh*t in rubber bands
Foreign whips, it cost me 'bout a couple grand
Foreign b*tches, only tell 'em bring a friend
Hundred deep, FBG f*cking Taliban
Love getting this money
Bad b*tches up on me
Know a n*gga be stuntin'
Money keep on coming

[Verse 1: Future]
That dirty money like diddy
My bad b*tches, they pretty
My chains will leave you dizzy
I'm staying up on my grizzy
I'm stacking money like 50
I'm more Versace than Biggie
I'm poppin' bands like Diggy
My name could be Future Simmons
I'm most requested in clubs
I'm making girls fall in love
I'm poppin' bottles of bub
If I make it rain it's gon' flood
If I make it rain it's gon' thunder
I'm balling like Oklahoma
I'm chasing after them commas
You got Benjamins, then I want 'em
You got Franklins, then I need 'em
That [?] girl is a diva
I might just have to freeze her
She gon' pledge her allegiance
To Freeband Gang she believe in
Making movies like Steven
A foreign b*tch from New Zealand
Her friend don’t even speak English!

[Hook: Stuey Rock]
Dirty money, keep that sh*t in rubber bands
Foreign whips, it cost me 'bout a couple grand
Foreign b*tches, only tell 'em bring a friend
Hundred deep, FBG f*cking Taliban
Love getting this money
Bad b*tches up on me
Know a n*gga be stuntin'
Money keep on coming

[Verse 2: Stuey Rock]
Got that money flipping like a cartwheel
b*tch, tell me how that foreign car feel
Smoking purp it got the whole car filled
So much money, why the f*ck I rap still?
Money all in my pocket, rubber bands keep poppin'
Thinking hustle, hustle, hustle
Like, "Naw n*gga I ain't stoppin'"
See my jug phone, it keep boomin'
Drop top and I'm coolin', I'm foolin'
Now a n*gga out here doing what we doing
See these young n*ggas is poppin' now
Pluto we ain't coming down
Naw we ain't coming down
Scooter say it's all about the cash money
Stripper b*tches love shaking ass for me

[Hook: Stuey Rock]
Dirty money, keep that sh*t in rubber bands
Foreign whips, it cost me 'bout a couple grand
Foreign b*tches, only tell 'em bring a friend
Hundred deep, FBG f*cking Taliban
Love getting this money
Bad b*tches up on me
Know a n*gga be stuntin'
Money keep on coming

[Verse 3: Future]
I'm strapped up, Don Cannon
My pack, it just landed
I remix it, pack it up
Then I put it back in the bandage
I'm Super Future, I'm jammin'
The roof is panoramic
The coupe got brain damage
I'm a Freeband Gang bandit
I'm gnarly, and I'm wavy
Salute me, I'm going crazy
I get blowed until I'm faded
I trap until they raid it
I hustle – I ain't made it
I'm scorching, on fire, blazing
Black girls and Caucasians
Dominicans and Asians
You wish you were this fresh
You see how I'm dressed
Got a foreign b*tch on deck
She know I got that check

[Hook: Stuey Rock]
Dirty money, keep that sh*t in rubber bands
Foreign whips, it cost me 'bout a couple grand
Foreign b*tches, only tell 'em bring a friend
Hundred deep, FBG f*cking Taliban
Love getting this money
Bad b*tches up on me
Know a n*gga be stuntin'
Money keep on coming

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