Yo, I don't like you telling me what's right, only gonna tell you that shit one time

My bitch on the move yeah I'm selling this shit, I don't know why I feel like I died

Yeah, praise my bands that's right, yeah geek to the motherfucking sky

How you gonna roll with a five like seven bands, I ain't even touching that shit I'm gonna buy

Praise my soul like a band, I had four drop beam yeah they testing a fine

I ain't see her anywhere bitch I said I'm gonna hang with a motherfucking dime

Why you say that's your hoe, lean drop coupe bands up in the motherfucking road

who was gonna test that shit like you was on top, now you down in the motherfucking road

Shit, you got to go stay out my way, bands for bands you making a rack but you never stay in your place

How you gonna testify when you got the diamonds on your neck, and up on your face

How you gonna up the nine when you shooting the bricks and you think that we going insane

Yeah, yo, yea

Did you fall off, I had time to call off

Take your bands and ball off, yeah meet your hoe then raw dog

I catch the flow its my dog, saving the bands I'm saving it all up, yo

Help me pull up seventeen, we just out of here, big baller band we made forty mil- a week

Said we got a band man up inside a motherfucking beam

Shit I lied its me who won that game of meet your hoe, love me

Yo, I don't like you telling me what's right, only gonna tell you that shit one time

My bitch on the move yeah I'm selling this shit, I don't know why I feel like I died

Yeah, praise my bands that's right, yeah geek to the motherfucking sky

How you gonna roll with a five like seven bands, I ain't even touching that shit I'm gonna buy

Praise my soul like a band, I had four drop beam yeah they testing a fine

I ain't see her anywhere bitch I said I'm gonna hang with a motherfucking dime