Dee.Money - I Want Da lyrics

(this sh** feel good when you thumbing through this sh** right? Lot of blues Cocaine Mali) [Chorus] I want the wraith, i want the bands ( i want x4) I want the money to keep touching my hands I got some shooters that locked up in the feds Falling out with your n***a thats over a b**h Just give me the wraith, give me the bands Im focused on cake, motherf**ers friend I swear that money keep touching my hands Free all my shooters thats locked up in the feds [Verse 1] I want the wraith, i want the bands i pull up in double cups Pull up again I f** with her but i f**ed the friend, i hit two sisters but Never hit twins I get so faded when im off the xans I hit the dice game just lost an advance She f** with ballers but say im the man I wanted ounces but started with grams I move that white like im in a clan ya He hating on me but lowkey a fan ya All of this money keep touching my hands ya Constantly running and thumbing through bands ya Im in the kitchen with pots and the pans ya Pull out the stitches I do what i want and you do what you can ya My diamonds wetter im the man ya [Chorus] I want the wraith, i want the bands ( i want x4) I want the money to keep touching my hands I got some shooters that locked up in the feds Falling out with your n***a thats over a b**h Just give me the wraith, give me the bands Im focused on cake, motherf**ers friend I swear that money keep touching my hands Free all my shooters that's locked up in the feds [Verse 2] She want to boo up with molly santane ya I charge a hundred a gram ya Im really tryna run up them bands ya Cop a wraith for a benz truck, i want to f** kylie jenner Switch to cali for the winter Benny hunna for dinner I feel like michael zipa, not for LA but i clipped ha I just pray you didn't kissed her f** the zell i might forgive ya Who is this i dont remember Im not interested in friends I just me some bands [Chorus] I want the wraith, i want the bands ( i want x4) I want the money to keep touching my hands I got some shooters that locked up in the feds Falling out with your n***a thats over a b**h Just give me the wraith, give me the bands Im focused on cake, motherf**ers friend I swear that money keep touching my hands Free all my shooters that's locked up in the feds