Half-A-Mill - 500 Band Clique lyrics

[Hit-Boy:] Knee deep in the game I ain’t turnin back Lost some homies that I thought would never turn they back [Dom K:] Spend cash on cars probably shouldn’t have But you only die once ain’t no coming back And my landscape bills close to 30 g’s So the snakes in the gra** don’t worry me Time to step on em Threw the nike checks on em Crenshaw mall, fatburger, you was hella nervous Game get risky, your money get crispy Mixing that don julio with the simply HB [Hit-Boy:] I only keep tabs on the currency 500 band clique, yeah I know you heard man Big timing like we run with bird man Rope chain on like I’m slanging birds man Knee deep in it, I ain’t turnin back Half-a-mil set at the summer jam James brown moves this the payback Treatin’ sunset boulevard like a racetrack Dom slip through with a bottle, let the moe spill So many coupes they think we doing dope deals Mr. C hotel off beverwheel [?] If you don’t get it now, then you never will [Dom K:] Knee deep in the game never turning back Lost some homies that I thought would never turn they back Ran laps on the shaw, all the windows rolled down Girls yell at the light, what you finna drop now All cash on em’, all cash All cash on em’, all cash All cash on em’, all cash An there really ain’t nothin we could do here without it Wearing shades at night like a stuntaman Let me drop back, they gon’ punt again I done came up with a hundred trends And I know this costa rican girl I wanna smuggle in Import/export we be gettin checks more And we sip moet more Who needs an investor It’s always n***as with no game that wanna test yours What you n***as crying to the refs for? [Hit-Boy:] Way back no birds in the trap And we doing numbers, skip algebra cla** Only got love for my fam and my math Only got love for my fam and my math Respect to the squad in this hoe, we payed mad dues An she love the fact I ain’t got no tattoos Guess again like we playin taboo [?] I’m not the n***a you should get attached to Get dressed, ima see you not dressed, yeah Got some good good for you, its some uber X fare Real one, faded like a swap meet [?] And you baggage overweight, b**h, carry on Might do some lean, might do supreme Bank teller, run it through the machine 2-10 traffic got em all askin How an ashy n***a rise up from the ashes [Hit-Boy:] Knee deep in the game I ain’t turnin back Lost some homies that I thought would never turn they back Gotta stay s**a free in the streets boy When you gettin money, stuntin like a d-boy [Dom K:] All cash on em’, all cash All cash on em’, all cash All cash on em’, all cash [Hit-Boy:] And it really ain’t nothing but I still can’t go without it