Bang Bang Pow Pow Lyrics - T‐Pain

Release information
length: 3:40
producer: T‐Minus
mixer: Fabian Marasciullo
recording engineer: Javier Valverde
assistant mixer: Ghazi Hourani
assistant recording engineer: Brandon Jones
writer: T‐Pain, Tyler Williams, Dwayne Carter
[Chorus]
My money right, my bread good (good, good)
Shawty ****in', wassup girl? that head good!
Bang bang pow pow
I do my thang thang
Look at me now now
My money right, my money money cash up
Up up and away, face down, *** up
I rep my town town, that's where I'm from from
So ***** pow pow, bom bom

Money to blow, I'm living off tour
Boatload of cash, ***** I'm overboard
I got money for these whores if you open up the door
Cuppin' the accounts and they all want a pour
Real talk, I don't speak, even if it's “hi hater”
I'm on top and nothing like the elevator
All these *****es say I'm fly and I can never touch the ground
I'm not tryna be in your circle cause I don't **** around

I get that money, that money (money)
I live it, I want it, Drop the top on that Ferrari
Now I'm in California
I let the hard top down and the wind blow through
All I do is win, what the **** you gon do
Good, good, good
I do this for my hood, hood, hood
Yeah, and ain't nobody gonna stop me I doing it right now
So bang bang pow pow and everybody say

[Chorus]

I go so hard they call me go so hard
You ain't a king, you a joker card
****in' up the Church money like a alter boy
I got them yellow zannies, that's them Tonka toys
I go bonkers boy, I put that on my mom and ‘em
These hoes are all alike, they put the ho in homonym
I think all these *****s sound like me, that's a compliment
I told a midget *****, I do it big, hippopotamus
Put that on my Slime and ‘em, no b-ball, we stop and pop
No b-ball we got **** locked, swagga ill, wassup doc
Make that ***** pop like the gun I went to jail for
Shoot the doors off that jeep, that ***** look like a mail truck
Ya ***** keep ya tail tucked, real *****s in this *****
Get that ***** wet, **** her than I jet, Kenny Smith
T-pain voice: all I do is win and ****
Young Money in ya mothafukin' face, blemishes

[Chorus]

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