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[Chorus: wonder]
Gotta get the bands gotta, get the bands
Money in my jeans, knives up in my pants
You ain't lookin good boy I'm not a fan
Why you talkin to me? Boy you're not my friend
.40 clip shit yeah we know you wanna be shit
I don't think you slick that lil bitch is getting clipped quick
He not out my face that lil pussy gon give me bitch lips
He been talkin reckless then he get his big spit

[Verse 1: wonder]
Man these bitches funny ha
You think that you know me
You think that we buddy buddy
I don't think bout you i only think bout the money, yup
Try to call me back you ain't getting an answer from me (from me)
That bitch ain't getting my digits I think the hope diminished
These pussies testing my limits I'll bring them start to finish
Okay imma need a minute
Lately been feeling different I ain't ever in my feelings
I just back to greening get my bag touch my bag
Fine but this could've been my bag
This sad no press act empty clip extendo mag
Okay I'm making another hit I'll fuck you and that lil' bitch
They ain't been doing zip I'm getting motherfucking rich

[Chorus: wonder]
Gotta get the bands, get the bands
Money in my jeans, knives up in my pants
You ain't lookin good, boy I'm not a fan
Why you talkin to me? Boy you're not my friend
.40 clip shit yeah we know you wanna be shit
I don't think we clear that lil bitch is getting clipped quick
He not out my face that lil pussy gon give me bitch lips
He been talkin reckless then he went and got his wig split

[Verse 2: twikipedia]
I don't even know why they talk like that
Getting money bitch im getting the sta-a
I just shopped at Saks
Can you believe i was down bad like that?
Nowadays I'm just getting the bread
Too fast I been running a lap
[?] like that
Can you fix my [?]
Okay I'm gonna get it moving
I did what I'm supposed to I did what I been told to
And they still gon hate me
Tell me, why dont you fucking tell me they want me to get carried
I'm not tryna get carried away I-I-I hate all my fucking friends
They’re all stuck in yesterday
He was talking all that stuff but he don't wanna hit your face
He knows why he fucking hates me that's entitled [?]
I can't talk bout all your problems there won't be a lot to say

[Chorus: wonder]
Gotta get the bands, get the bands
Money in my jeans, knives up in my pants
You ain't lookin good, boy I'm not a fan
Why you talkin to me? Boy you're not my friend
.40 clip shit yeah we know you wanna be shit
I don't think we clear that lil bitch is getting clipped quick
He not out my face that lil pussy gon give me bitch lips
He been talkin reckless then he went and got his wig split