I get the bands they regular

Fuck what they telling ya

Bitches be hitting my cellular

I know some **** that gone put a shell in ya

I been that **** boy fuck what they telling ya

I been that **** you ain't a competitor

Hating ass **** want to see me down

Running the town, Know that they stealing the sound

Know that they hate me know

I get the bands like a felony

I know some **** that want put a shell in me

You should come hear all the shit that she telling me

Know I'm the shit, the bitch keep on smelling me

Pockets got bills I fell like I'm Bellamy

Melanie ain't got more game than this

They should be a shame they hate me like Chris

Doing my thang they hating like this

I just been stacking them bands from wall to wall

Pass me the ball to ball

Crash the glass then pass to y'all

Crash the glass don't pass at all

Crash the glass I'm passing y'all

It ain't shit you can tell to me

Ain't shit you could sell to me

I play it like Bill Bellamy

I get the bands they regular

Fuck what they telling ya

Bitches be hitting my cellular

I know some **** that gone put a shell in ya

I been that **** boy fuck what they telling ya

I been that **** you ain't a competitor

Hating ass **** want to see me down

Running the town, Know that they stealing the sound

Know that they hate me know

I get the bands they regular

Fuck what they telling ya

Bitches be hitting my cellular

I know some **** that gone put a shell in ya

I been that **** boy fuck what they telling ya

I been that **** you ain't a competitor

Hating ass **** want to see me down

Running the town, Know that they stealing the sound

Know that they hate me know

Know that they hate now

I run the town

Flex and I'm putting it down

Trying run off with sound

I wear the crown, boy you a fool you a clown

I get the bag I was bound

Talking to feds ain't making a sound

Giving me head when I come around

Come to the crib she wearing a gown (oown)

I get bands, fuck they be telling me

Feel like a chef I play with the celery

Checks in the mail but ain't no one checking me

Can't trip on **** that be thinking less of me

All over the bread I think that I'm sesame

Tired of waiting, she think she undressing me

Praying to god that he keep on blessing me

**** they mad cause I got the recipe

I get the bands they regular

Fuck what they telling ya

Bitches be hitting my cellular

I know some **** that gone put a shell in ya

I been that **** boy fuck what they telling ya

I been that **** you ain't a competitor

Hating ass **** want to see me down

Running the town, Know that they stealing the sound

Know that they hate me know

I get the bands they regular

Fuck what they telling ya

Bitches be hitting my cellular

I know some **** that gone put a shell in ya

I been that **** boy fuck what they telling ya

I been that **** you ain't a competitor

Hating ass **** want to see me down

Running the town, Know that they stealing the sound

Know that they hate me know