B-Jay Banks - No Pen, No Pad

Ay
Niggas talk a good game you hear me?
I'll have my young nigga come take everything you got
(Ay J) Banks, B-Jay Banks
Im Tellin' you!
No Pen, No Pad Yeah
I invest in my craft, it's working
Nigga look mad he hurting
I need that bag for certain
Uh, Pull up, hop out with that cutta like Man's a surgeon
Bring me that cash, it's urgent
I turn a 1 to a 2
Into 2 to a 4 like a nigga did math conversions
He got no hustle, he only 'bout chasing that ass, he perving
Get you some money
Whole lot of money, go get you some guap
Police pull up, throw the weed in the sock
Young nigga purpin', he got him some heart now
He done went put a beam on a glock
Momma keep wondering why I ain't pop now
She know that I'm the cream of the crop
Tell her don't trip I'ma leave them in shock now
Call up 'Ripleys Believe It or Not'
Oouu, Watch the moves
I need my watch like my watch a pool
That mean it's wet, filled with rocks and jewels
Her pussy wet like a box of juice
We just gone keep it discreet
Ain't no speaking on me
You want info? Then watch the news
Nigga say that its beef? We gone come up the street
And we'll leave him in shock like he popped a fuse yeah
I invest in my craft, it's working
Nigga look mad he hurting
I need that bag for certain
Uh, Pull up, hop out with that cutta like Man's a surgeon
Bring me that cash, it's urgent
I turn a 1 to a 2
Into 2 to a 4 like a nigga did math conversions
He got no hustle, he only 'bout chasing that ass, he perving
Get you some money

Written by:
BRYAN JAVONTE WILLIAMS, JEREMY WEINAPPLE

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