Bands

(Tag)
(Got Zay on the beat)

(Hook)
I'm thumbing through a check, I am
Diamonds on my neck and my wrist, God damn
I ain't never goin' broke 'cause my bitch got bands
Might blow a couple stacks, hoes better stop playin'
I ain't worried 'bout shit 'cause my bitch got bands
My bitch got bands
I ain't ever goin' broke 'cause my bitch got bands
Hoes better stop playin'

(Verse 1)
Told you niggas I'm the one from the start
Bandwagons full, but you can try and catch Bart
Fella keep a bad hoe with him in his car
Tell her look up at the ceiling if she tryna see the stars
I got hoes in and out of Atlanta
IG models sittin' pretty in the Phantom
You know I keep atleast an eighth poured in the Fanta
So much green on me, niggas start to call me Bruce Banner
We came up out the hood, so we never had shit
Dollar menu every night, 'cause my parents weren't rich
Now I always keep a dollar, and atleast a bad bitch
Scared of how we used to live before we made rent
Now we hood rich, got some money in the mattress
And all the honeys on me 'cause they said they want a savage
I'm never goin' back to being broke again
So imma wife this rich bitch, and might fuck her friend, Ay

(Hook)

(Verse 2)
Off the dribble, we ain't fuckin' with you niggas
My bitch is 'bout her skrilla, probably touch a couple mill bruh
And every nigga 'round me known to pull the trigger
So why you fuckin' with Tha Fella, tell me what's the issue?
All I'm tryna do is stack a bunch of dough
Bag some hoes, fuck 'em, show 'em out the door
Kick it with the bros, probably roll up woods of dro
No matter what we spend, shorty makin' me some more
So, might as well blow bread
Count a couple racks just before I go to bed
Roll a couple woods, shorty tryna give me head
Man, I do this every night 'cause my bitch got bread

(Hook)

(Tag)
(Got Zay on the beat)