Текст песни Band$ - Lil Jay Wop

I got, I got Huncho swagged on this beat

Go ahead lil baby, call ya friends up
Tell your man to go and get his bands up

All these niggas, they can't stand us

Let 'em man up
We go'n keep on counting all these

Bands
Bands
Bands
Bands
Bands

While they hating, we keep counting all 'em

Bands
Bands
Bands
Bands
Bands

While they hating, we keep counting all 'em

Waking up, yeah like every single day
Tryna get right to that paper, every single different way

If you know me, know I'm all about my pay
And I wish a nigga would, like i want him a chalet

Let her in once, she a groupie
She said "Jay, please take me to the movies"

I ain't know her, but she claiming that she knew me
Had to tell her stories, call me Bachigalupe

Stomping on 'em snakes in the grass
Ain't no new niggas ever getting past

Yeah, they like bringing up my past
Took her clothes off, "Lil Jay" was tatted on her ass

Gang way bitch
Young Cool Whip

Sachi, Dame, and Young Bricks

Try touch fam, you getting hit
Either that or I'm taking ya girls lips BITCH

Go ahead lil baby, call ya friends up
Tell your man to go and get his bands up

All these niggas, they can't stand us

Let 'em man up
We go'n keep on counting all these

Bands
Bands
Bands
Bands
Bands

While they hating, we keep counting all 'em

Bands
Bands
Bands
Bands
Bands

While they hating, we keep counting all 'em

Get the bag, run it back, like I'm AB
Fuck you, you too, nigga pay me

Get the bag, run it back, like I'm AB
Fuck you, you too, nigga pay me

I was born broke
Ima die rich

And I'm wanting all the green like I'm fuckin Irish.
And he just found out his main was my side bitch
And it's wild, yeah I met her working on a night shift
You dig

Dusties smoking cigs
Ballers living big
Bitches geekin off a jigg

L-A-V-I-S-H, yea that's how I'm tryna live

Skirting off the lot
Busting at the feds

Only one life
Gotta live it right

I don't needa drank
In my cup is sprite

Kickin' back all day
Party through the night

Thotties always trife
Nigga, better watch ya wife

Go ahead lil baby, call ya friends up
Tell your man to go and get his bands up

All these niggas, they can't stand us

Let 'em man up
We go'n keep on counting all these

Bands
Bands
Bands
Bands
Bands

While they hating, we keep counting all 'em

Bands
Bands
Bands
Bands
Bands

While they hating, we keep counting all 'em