Fredo Bang - Amen lyrics

[Intro] (Helluva made the beat, baby) Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh [Chorus] Made a hunnid bands, I say, "Amen" (Amen) Yeah, made it out the slums, "Amen" (Amen) Tinted windows on that Caddie look like Ray-Bans (Yeah) Twisted fingers with the guys, ni**a, gangland (Grrr) Amen (Amen), amen (Amen) Got it out the mud, I say, "Amen" (Amen) Amen (Amen), amen (Amen) Yeah, made it out the slums, "Amen" (Amen) [Verse 1] I got a milli' sittin' pretty that's a W (Ooh) I might get a papercut while I try thumbin' through (Amen) I wrapped a plastic 'round a hunnid look like rubber boots (Ah, ah) Ugly ni**a on your TV, call me Beetlejuice fu*k with the real so my b*tch natural, can't pick and choose Throw away that Polo, you get Dior if I'm feelin' you Bring me a friend, I like to fu*k my b*tches by the two (Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah) RIP to Soulja Slim, got enough to take care of all of you (All fo you) Rich as sh*t, they touch me all up and down like bu*ton [?] I probably go against the gang before I cuff a s*ut (Psych) I'm just playin' for my dawg it's forever love I told her, "It ain't makin' love if I can't poke your bu*t" [Chorus] Made a hunnid bands, I say, "Amen" (Amen) Yeah, made it out the slums, "Amen" (Amen) Tinted windows on that Caddie look like Ray-Bans (Yeah) Twisted fingers with the guys, ni**a, gangland (Grrr) Amen (Amen), amen (Amen) Got it out the mud, I say, "Amen" (Amen) Amen (Amen), amen (Amen) Yeah, made it out the slums, "Amen" (Amen) [Verse 2: Mozzy] Twisted up my fingers gang slangin', we the gangland Gotta thank God that you woke up 'cause you went to sleep in that cage jail Late nights to the AM we in lurk mode, thuggin' Late nights to the AM she in twerk mode, hustlin' It's some dog sh*t in this function, baby, I fu*ks with you on God Grab a couple of your partners though, pull up on me and the squad 'Cause you got the right ni**a for the job, I'm one of them boys Finna peel off in this AMG, it ain't nothin', just one of the toys Poppin' these pills makin' me annoyed We gettin' money, run up your coins You know a real ni**a ain't goin' Them ni**as hate, girl, they couldn't join And fu*k all the stank b*tches, I avoid (Huh) I gotta play out in Illinois And probably gonna double back to the hood But it your blood ni**a, buy Rolls, ni**a Gangland [Chorus] Made a hunnid bands, I say, "Amen" (Amen) Yeah, made it out the slums, "Amen" (Amen) Tinted windows on that Caddie look like Ray-Bans (Yeah) Twisted fingers with the guys, ni**a, gangland (Grrr) Amen (Amen), amen (Amen) Got it out the mud, I say, "Amen" (Amen) Amen (Amen), amen (Amen) Yeah, made it out the slums, "Amen" (Amen) [Outro] (Helluva made the beat, baby)