[Intro]
Bluskxy
Oh my god, Mani

[Chorus: Armanibanz!]
I just dropped a racky on my feet
If it's 'bout that money, I'm playin' for keeps
Slide on your block like I had me some skis
Pull up your mans, put his ass on a tee
Mi-Mike Amiri jeans, designer fiend
I'm blowin' these racks like it don't mean a thing
Armani broke, n***a, what do you mean?
R-run up on me, keep that strap in my jeans

[Verse 1: Armanibanz!]
R-run up on me, we turn you to a pack
SE .45 make that boy take a nap
He talkin' crazy 'till he got his shit cracked
F-fuck a 9 to 5, I'm in the trap
W-walk into Saks and I got me a bankroll
Pull up on the opps, I came with my Draco
Run me my coin, bitch, I need me them pesos
Pour up a four in my blueberry Faygo
Big bands, n***a, fuck that lil' 'Rari
Ain't finna play with you boys, I ain't Carti
I just fucked this n***a bitch, sorry
Jump off the top rope, call me Jeff Hardy
Bitch, I'm the king of thе jungle, Mufasa
He don't wanna come out, shoot up his casa
Watеr on my neck, call me Moana
My n***a from the UK, saw with katanas
Pour up that p, man, I'm sippin' on Wandas
Silent, all black like the cover of Donda
I'm in a SRT, you in a Honda
All my n***as got heat in the whip like a sauna
Sippin' on lean, man, I'm feelin' great
I can't stop 'till I see a milli on my dinner plate
She be off the yerkies, she like to perkivate
I really want this shit so I be workin' late
Yeah, I need me them bucks just like Giannis
I got the straps, they don't know like Adonis
I-I be real fast in the back, call me Sonic
I'm goin' up, up, up like a rocket
You need some racks, I got this chop, boy, you better get back
My n***a MIA, flippin' them packs
I got this shit but you know Ima tax
[Chorus: Armanibanz!]
I-I-I just dropped a racky on my feet
If it's 'bout that money, I'm playin' for keeps
Slide on your block like I had me some skis
Pull up your mans, put his ass on a tee
Mi-Mike Amiri jeans, designer fiend
I'm blowin' these racks like it don't mean a thing
Armani broke, n***a, what do you mean?
R-run up on me, keep that strap in my jeans

[Verse 2: Slayer77]
We gon' fuck shit up
We gon' fuck shit up, yeah
We gon' fuck shit up
Walk in that bitch and I feel like Trippie Redd, everyone keep starin'
Uh, I don't give a fuck if he sorry, my n***as will never spare him
And I got him runnin' like he is a hamster
One look at me then you gon' need some Pampers
Pop a lil' lock on that n***a like dancers
I got 'em over here, lovin' my glamor
Takin' you walk 'round the block like a landlord
I'm here, there's nothin' to say more
Now that I'm goin', these n***as all hate more
All of these n***as, they tryin' to be me
Talkin' that shit, we put you on a CD
Assassin classroom, but it's not BB (it's not)
Fuck it, uh
Let the n***a out the door like some GDs
Callin' me Johnny, these n***as can't see me
Leavin' my girl, that bitch is a meanie
I'm in a hut with my jewelers, but we is not weenies
I got a Glock with a BB
These n***as, they tryin' to be me, yeah
[Outro: Armanibanz!]
Oh my god, Mani
I just dropped a racky on my feet
If it's 'bout that money, I'm playin' for keeps
Slide on your block like I had me some skis
Pull up your mans, put his ass on a tee
Mi-Mike Amiri jeans, designer fiend
I'm blowin' these racks like it don't mean a thing
Armani broke, n***a, what do you mean?
R-run up on me, keep that strap in my jeans
R-run up on me, we turn you to a pack
SE .45 make that boy take a nap
He talkin' crazy 'till he got his shit cracked
F-fuck a 9 to 5, I'm in the trap
W-walk into Saks and I got me a bankroll
Pull up on the opps, I came with my Draco
Run me my coin, bitch, I need me them pesos
Pour up a four in my blueberry Faygo