Текст песни Gettin to the Bands - Adam John

Gucci on my feet hoe
You see the chanel shades
I don't fuck no cheap hoes, all my bitches well paid
Aint shit you can tell me, I had to do all this by myself
I doubt you could help me
When homie you can't even help yourself
Ouuuu, money on my mind
Ouuuu, honeys on my line
I just want a hunnit million
Put my mama in that penthouse
When I saw a half of million, I was sittin in the traphouse
Had to go through hell to get to where I'm at
I aint have no money I was selling crack
Can't nobody tell me I can't fucking rap
I know everytime I spit it they gon fuck with that
Ouuuu, they can't stop the growth
Ouuuu, you don't want the smoke
I don't got no other option this is all I know
If you aint with me while I'm growing then you gotta go
I've been runnin through the work like it was cardio
Took them kilos of the scale then told em adios
And we did it from the city I aint leave the state
I just told my crew to follow while I lead the way
Mikey probably out with JuJu somewhere eating steak
Ever since he got the ball been playing keep away
Yea, and my squad is the dopest
Oh you poppin like we poppin I aint notice
They said get em n I got em I'm like don't trip
Had to get it from the bottom like a ghost ship
I aint have a pot to piss in I was homeless
Now the watches on me glisten like a glow stick
And my bitches pussy wetter than the ocean
If she don't get this dick from me she get dope sick
Top top top top baby give me top top
Treat it like a soda baby make that pussy pop pop
Better show my crew some love we about to pop off
Those are not real loubuhs bruh
Those are fucking knock offs
And they aint spittin like the man
I don't think they comprehend
I'll put fifty on my hand just to make em understand
No more sitting in the can I been sticking to the plan
No more digging in the sand I been getting to the bands