PR1ME Lyrics

Ohhh, get bands all day

MG Money wey

Born on the eleventh

I'm the one plus a dime

Like eleven I'm prime

Money super size

Never been a small fry

And these numbers don't lie

Bands

I got more than you

And him

Ben Frank, Cash App

Them my best friends

Old news, new racks

Need to catch up

You should get your bands up

I can't pull my pants up

Bands

I got more than you

And him

Ben Frank, Cash App

Them my best friends

Old news, new racks

Need to catch up

You should get your bands up

I can't pull my pants up

Fifties, hunnids

Falling out my pockets

Five bank accounts

IRS never audit

Is he bluffing

Is he stunting

Owe a lot of tax

Cause the money keep jumping

Pockets getting large though

No skinning jeans

These Rick Owens cargos

Took her on dinner date to the Wells Fargo

Said she wanna eat the fucking dick in the car though

Gimme cardio

I'm the only prime factor

No I'm not him

No I'm not a fuckin actor

And no I'm not them

They life is a disaster

Always in my prime

And bands is what I'm after

Born on the eleventh

I'm the one plus a dime

Like eleven I'm prime

Money super size

Never been a small fry

And these numbers don't lie

Bands

I got more than you

And him

Ben Frank, Cash App

Them my best friends

Old news, new racks

Need to catch up

You should get your bands up

I can't pull my pants up

Bands

I got more than you

And him

Ben Frank, Cash App

Them my best friends

Old news, new racks

Need to catch up

You should get your bands up

I can't pull my pants up

Ohhh, get bands all day

MG Money wey

Ohhh, get bands all day

MG Money wey