Praying 4 Dem Bandz

[Intro]
Got my first check you know I ran it up
Got my first check you know I ran it up

[Verse 1]
Got my first check you know I ran it up
I made 30 bands and I'm still in the hood
I be sippin' lean like I ain't feelin' good
Purple stuff I poured it all up in my cup
You ain't tryna fuck, why you tryna pull out
Bitch you know I'm with the shits, I'm tryna bust
On the block extended clips stick out, don't keep 'em tuck
Nigga actin' tough Ima have to let it bust

[Verse 2]
Off a perc, off a xan, please don't talk to me
When I'm high I ask that you don't bother me
I'm so high like wings right off them Robbin Jeans
I'm so geeked might take pints from the pharmacy
If I smoke this blunt you don't exist to me
She wanna kiss, I told her kiss this dick for me
And my pockets stick, bands all in my Rick-y jeans
And my diamonds on me dancin' just like Billie Jean
Diamonds on me dancin' just like Billie Jean
She fucked on me when she met me, she was feelin' me
Uh, in my pocket Glock-y with the beam
Don't you sip that water cause it got molly all in
I was down, prayed for them bands, and then they came
Prayin' for them bands and I don't even pray
Runnin' to the money please get out my way
I could never let a hoe get in my way
Same shit just a different day
Copped a new chain just to hear 'em swang
And it's the same shit just a different day
It's the same shit just a different day

[Verse 3]
Gotta flex just like every day
Gotta get some checks, just like every day
Just like everyday, gotta flex like every day
Same shit, different day, every fuckin' day
Gettin' guap, every day
Countin' guap, every day
Still don't give a fuck what a nigga say
Still be on that gang shit like every day