(INTRO)


(VERSE 1: A. NAYAKA)
I'm finna light up the cash
Wake up I'm robbin' a bank
I mix the dope wit the 'Tec
In the station smokin' gas
I'm finna blow up these bands
Then I get head from these hoes
Ask her if she got a friend
Tell her to only bring 10s
You are not from around here fam
You are not from around here
Out here we only smoke loud here
Only real shit we stay proud here
Charge it, charge it to these hoes
28 I got a O
Sell it higher buy it low
Flippin' Powder Pablo


(HOOK)
22 on the move
Don't you break the fuckin' mood, mood
We be trappin' on the low
Like I'm yungin' Pablo
Flippin' Powder Pablo
Flippin' Powder Pablo
Flippin' Powder Pablo
Flippin' Powder Pablo

(VERSE 2: BEN UTOMO)
Big blunts we rolling up
The clouds just ain't enough
Just playin' you know what's up
We just don't give a fuck
We just don't give a fuck
Aye bitch pass me the light
I'm bout to take a flight
You might think that you fly
I fucked yo bitch last night
Her pussy was aight
I was in and out
She callin' now
What the fuck was that about?
I'm in the studio, I be killin' shit
I'm in control, yea I'm winning bitch


(HOOK)
22 on the move
Don't you break the fuckin' mood, mood
We be trappin' on the low
Like I'm yungin' Pablo
Flippin' Powder Pablo
Flippin' Powder Pablo
Flippin' Powder Pablo
Flippin' Powder Pablo

(PROD. TRIP TRVP)