Future - Freeband Taliban lyrics

(feat. Stuey Rock) [Hook] Dirty money, check that sh** in rubber bands Foreign whips, it call me by a couple grands Foreign b**hes, only tell em bring a friend Hunned deep, every g, f**in taliban Thuggin in money, bad b**h’s upon me No need to be stunting, money keep on comin That dirty money like diddy, my bad b**hes 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 biggy I’m popping bands like diggy, my night [?] future simmons I’m most requested in clubs, I’m making girls fall in love I’m popping bottles of bud, if I make it rain it’s gonn flood Once I make it rain it’s gonn thunder I’m ballin like oklahoma I’m chasin after them come up 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 She gonn [?] she believe me Making moves is like steven A foreign b**h from new zeeland Her friend don’t even speak english! [Hook] Dirty money, keep that sh** in rubber bands Foreign whips, it call me by a couple grands Foreign b**hes, only tell em bring a friend Hunned deep, every g, f**in taliban Thuggin in money, bad b**h’s upon me No need to be stunting, money keep on comin Drop that money, flip it like a cogwheel b**h tell me how that foreign car feel Smokin purple got the whole car filled So much money, why the f** I rap still? Money all in my pocket, rubber bands keep poppin Thinking hustle, hustle, hustle Like nah n***a I ain’t stoppin See my jug [?] keep boomin Drop top and I’m coolin I’m foolin, nah, n***a out here doing what we doing See the young n***as is poppin now Pluto we ain’t comin down, nah No we ain’t comin down Scooter say it’s all about the cash money Stripper b**hes love shaking a** for me [Hook] Dirty money, keep that sh** in rubber bands Foreign whips, it call me by a couple grands Foreign b**hes, only tell em bring a friend Hunned deep, every g, f**in taliban Thuggin in money, bad b**h’s upon me No need to be stunting, money keep on comin I’m strapped up, the cannon in my pack And just let it out, I remix it, pack it up Then I put it back in the band I’m super future, I’m jammin the roof And panoramic the coupe Got brain damage, I’m a freeband gang bandit I’m [?] salute me, I’m going crazy I get blowed until I’m faded, I trap until they rate it I hustle I ain’t made it I’m scorching on fire blazin You wish you were that fresh You see how I’m dressed Got a foreign b**h on deck She know I got that check [Hook] Dirty money, keep that sh** in rubber bands Foreign whips, it call me by a couple grands Foreign b**hes, only tell em bring a friend Hunned deep, every g, f**in taliban Thuggin in money, bad b**h’s upon me No need to be stunting, money keep on comin.