Lyrics:
be hard to move me
Swizz tha Monster
He could star in a horror movie
I usually, I click fast
And bang ya bitch ass
N ain't nothing change
I got cane
be hard to move me
Swizz tha Monster
He could star in a horror movie
I usually, I click fast
And bang ya bitch ass
N ain't nothing change
I got cane
the same
I'll take you right to Ruth's Chris, no you don't want no Raising Cane's
She want it, uh
She want it, oh
She want it, uh
Yeah she want it, oh
She
another three hundred, got a deal, shout out 300 (woo)
In the booth spillin' Cris' on my Dior tee (facts)
And this whip I'm in ain't got no key, it come
I ain't got the time right now
I'm goin up like right now
Hatin on the kid need to pipe down
Run up my bands momma so proud
I ain't got the time
To fuck up fuck up fuck up bands
Got no time for a wack watch
Bust down Rollie or it ain't shit
Big ass face like padlock
Ain't gotta save ain't patient
Old rockin' chair's got me
(Old rocking chair got you, father)
Cane by my side
(Your cane by your side)
Fetch me that gin, son
(I ain't got no
She don't dance but she dance for me
She ain't even tryna get these bands from me
Rollie shining, that means it's bands to get
Shawty play your
have the stamina?
Drop it for my camera
(Scrub the dirt)
Ain't no bitch left untwerked
(Scrub the dirt)
Should've came with a bumper
(Scrub
ain't on the cane but that in her body like (woah woah woah woah)
So many play with the bands they try to play with the man
You cannot play with the man
pray
Ripped jeans on with a red snake
Fifty band drop for the homies
Don`t tell me you if you arrive late
Chasing the cake with no brakes skrr
Bitch
it
By the tone of my voice I ain't playing
I possess the image im portraying
And the view of it looking amazing
Bought A tinkle bean in Jamaica
Wanna
You ain't talmbout shit
I'm talkin 'bout bands
You ain't talmbout shit
I'm talkin 'bout bands
You ain't talmbout shit
I'm talkin 'bout bands
You
motherfuckers
they don't get in my way
Cuz I hog both lanes
Then I go insane
Sell that Candy cane
For the candy paint
Ain't no way I'd shame
With the words I say
Old rockin' chair's got me
(Old rocking chair got you, father)
Cane by my side
(Your cane by your side)
Fetch me that gin, son
(I ain't got no
Old rockin' chair's got me
(Old rocking chair got you, father)
Cane by my side
(Your cane by your side)
Fetch me that gin, son
(I ain't got no
to a ghost place
Who said I ain't no shooter?, make it sing like Beyonce
I don't even need nobody, runnin' up checks all by my lonely
Knock it off, you'll lose
by now I'm Mars
Every time a nigga touch the beat, yeah you should know it's hard
Ayy, I don't need no Wocky in the Fanta
Ayy, I just turned your
I ain't got no time to talk
If these niggas getting money
Tell em' bring dem bands out
Bring dem, bring dem bands out
(my life is a movie)
Bring dem,
spend it by the week
Bands bands bands
Yea we make it for team
Shtar
I been chilling on my own
Fuckin' groupies never home
Kicking doors
Hope no one home
I get you touched by my little homie
I said I'm Band God and you little homie
Free Sheano wit that Mac boy I did this for him
Cause ima Band Boy,
I had to get my bands up
My bands up
No I ain't yo mans, nigga put yo hands up
Run it down, run it down
Aye
Run it down, we burn it down
Aye
I
Old rockin' chair's got me
(Old rocking chair got you, father)
Cane by my side
(Your cane by your side)
Fetch me that gin, son
(I ain't got no
Hoe, going back in, u niggas ain’t non of my friends, fake showing love we know it’s pretend, ima solid nigga no don’t bend. Getting money is like making
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