Lyrics Fuck up Some Bandz - GC , Talley Of 300

You know I got that pole sitting right up on my lap
You she going to go, Because she know I'm the man
Being broke as hell, No I ain't close to that
Hit the mall up, Money stuffed up in my pants

Im going to go fuck up some bands
Go fuck up some bands
Go fuck up some bands
Im going to to fuck up some bands

Go fuck up some bands
Go fuck some bands
Go fuck up some bands
I'm going to go fuck up some bands (bands bitch)

Im going to go fuck up some bands
Keep my hands up out these problems because shit could get out of hand
God up in this bitch,
The ground I walk upon is holy land

Time is money, they both going fast
I'm walking on some quick sand
This bitch needs a new phone
I bust all on her face and get her ass the family plan

She don't fuck with you,
She lied straight to your face like an anchor man
Yeah I'm from the go But really I'm from Bethlehem
Boy you faker than 2pac's Hologram
Your name on these bullets like your ass gave me an autograph

I got lean up in my cup
Got some weed up in my blunt
Money and drugs up in a briefcase
In the studio turning the booth in to a fire place

I'm on a paper chase 'til I'm up in heaven's gates
Blunts so swole when Im smoking its like I'm lifting weights
Stay humble, pay respect and you'll get paid
You'll get laid because them hoes be all over where that money lay

You know I got that pole sitting right up on my lap
You she going to go, Because she know I'm the man
Being broke as hell, No I ain't close to that
Hit the mall up, Money stuffed up in my pants

Im going to go fuck up some bands
Go fuck up some bands
Go fuck up some bands
Im going to to fuck up some bands

Go fuck up some bands
Go fuck some bands
Go fuck up some bands
I'm going to go fuck up some bands (bands bitch)

Niggas mad because these hoes on me
The knots got my thighs swole on me
Pole on me don't roll on me
It's only one way its going to go homie

Been chasing bands like I'm sack racing
Stack it up my racks' raising
No wedding but I'm that cake
And now it's time for me to go and act crazy

Im splurging, check out my chains
I got jays on top of jays
I know they hate Tell 'em but hey
I been coppin' key on top of key

Stay on a mission, I'll never quit
Go get them benjis that won't ever change
Stay on my pimpin' No I ain't with it
So you know them bitches can not get a thing

But I'm playing with them racks
Like titties in my hands
I been fuckin' up them bands
Run that shit up with my mans

Oz after Oz we blow that, marching band
Money got her in a trance
And now your bitch a fan, yeah

Get money state after state
I'm eating bitch plate after plate
Get weight off like I'm Ricki Lake
Yeah I'm sorry If you can't relate

No strip club But Ima throw it
I ain't trippin there is more in the safe
Ain't no pressure if I blow it
Because I know there's more on the way, yeah

You know I got that pole sitting right up on my lap
You she going to go, Because she know I'm the man
Being broke as hell, No I ain't close to that
Hit the mall up, Money stuffed up in my pants

Im going to go fuck up some bands
Go fuck up some bands
Go fuck up some bands
Im going to to fuck up some bands

Go fuck up some bands
Go fuck some bands
Go fuck up some bands
I'm going to go fuck up some bands (bands bitch)