Lyrics:
Ayy, big bands on me, drumline (big bands)
I just let the money talk, don't need no punchline
I like the sunshine so I said, "Fuck the roof" (what is
the Jakes they turnin' back
Bust a left, I'm movin' like Usain when he was on that track
Just 17, but I wasn't down to go and sleep up with no rats
30 bands
Gettin to the guap (Yea)
Choppaz in the car (Yea)
Don’t make me pull the AR (Yea)
Im countin it band after band
I’m countin it band after band
I
my arsenal
Go
Or maybe I don't know
I didn't even know but like I said it's
Drunk thoughts
Cause I'm T-E-V-I-A to N
That's D-O-N-T-E
That's
side of town yea
Bands on me, what it do my G?
Got that long money, I'm talking centipede
? they still no clue i can bang all day no?
But your btch I
bands, yeah, yeah
We got some new bands
We got some new bands, yeah, yeah
Treatin' these Diors like it's just old Vans, yeah, yeah
I fuck that lil'
the jungle, turn you to spaghetti
Nigga be acting like they are so real
I pull out that chopper let 'em
Niggas see how it feel
Sippin' on actavis, you know how
Know that it's time to go
If I make a lil money I won't throw
I'm just pushin' after goals reachin' forward
Grab the brass ring, time to blow
Had to DND
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Walk around the city like I know I am the man
Everything they said I couldn't do, I really can
Need my rubber bands
Need my
I'm playing this game and I'm one up
In the studio plotting my come up
I fuck with the bands, I slide with the drummers
I stay with some brass like I
and dad's idea to guarantee I learn to play
But it was brass band to addict me to the music right away
I got a saxophone to find my sound and I shared it
that pussy, Van Dam on you, baby
Throw the money tall like a handstand, hold it up
Do it for my self, one damn man on it
Make her ride slow when she
flyin' off the shelf
They wanna rip off our style and wear it like Chanel
Thats' why I wanna be like myself
They wanna rip off our style and wear it
said
"It's whatever"
We don't like that
I'm bleeding out on the floor
Stab my heart but they always wanted more
Getting mad, karma will even out
the trick
Behind the mic with a thizz face
You take your Mrs through my
Entrance thats a mistake
I got it bad like Usher Raymond
Middle finger
it right
Don't make a ass outta yourself, by assumin
My music keeps you movin, what are you provin?
You know that I'm two levels above you baby
Hug
it right
Don't make a ass outta yourself, by assumin
My music keeps you movin, what are you provin?
You know that I'm two levels above you baby
Hug
big brass bed
I guess I'll be my own singer, neighbours turn cherry red
(Play that thing boy. Aw, play that thing for me and miss Mary, 'Cause it's
much, I bring ointment nigga
I'm lubricant slick baby
I'm hornier than the brass section of the band, you understand?
Pick your poison, it's your
bring ointment, nigga
I'm lubricant slick, baby, I'm hornier than
The brass section of the band, you understand?
Pick your poison, it's your choice
me up in Magic City bustin' hundreds by the bands
And I throw it like a girl
Throw it, throw it like a girl
Hangin' out the 750
Feelin' bossy in my
the chrome not the brass
I feel like Jimmy Ima blast
Yeah, you just gotta get it don't ask for none
Gettin to high Ima astronaut
You just gettin by you not
a couple blocks
(all that man, I need a fo, a deuce)
It started in that temp, flippin' mid's by them O-Z's
On the hill wit that shit from a custom
that she whip it
Her heart is so cold (Cold)
But mine is a blizzard
Like to forget she is not a forgiver (Forgive)
I give her liquor it don't help her
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