100 Bands
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๐ ID: 17577264
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Yeah, see all this shit, niggas? Steve, leave me what's in it
Yeah, shout-out, that wire hit in my account, I holla
Yeah, when I push up in that foreign, they say
Yeah, when I see a bad bitch, I holla
Yeah, my jury blingin', blingin' loud, they say
One hunnid bands, one hunnid bands, three hunnid bands, four
Gang of real niggas when we walkin' through the door
That wire hit in my account, I holla
Not bad for some immigrants, she lovin' it, I'm oven-lit
A dozen whips, I'm on my second culinary
Richest nigga in the city, every vacay costs a million
And if you want your bitch back, get a passport, come and get her, nigga
Me and your bitch, we really vibe, we get along great
I don't pay for pussy, I just feel the same
The way I'm savin' bands, think I need a cape
Out here ain't gettin' no money, then you in the way
Left a booby trap with a threesome, run threesome
When I'm 42, I eat three of them, nigga loves me, I ain't seen one
Your baby daddy stealin' cars, bitch, I own a dealership
And I just might buy a yacht just to say I own a ship
When I see a bad bitch, I holla
Yeah, my jury blingin', blingin' loud, they say
One hunnid bands, one hunnid bands, three hunnid bands, four
Gang of real niggas when we walkin' through the door
That wire hit me, my account, I holla
They figure ten straight out rappin', they thought I was scammin'
Nine out of ten, your bitch with me, if she flat, till they yammin'
Pull up on a pentagram, burn them in them lemon-lemons
Pop out fresh as fuck, morning slippers, mix with lemons
Spooky shout-out, this shit candid, this shit straight from Cali
So much trap money, the ones and fives, I rub a band-aid
I just told my nigga, bankroll, we the ones that have it
These girls, y'all gotta know this, boy, I might not need flashin'
These chunky coupes on my neck, nigga, this real clarity
Tucked up a real bad bitch and put that hoe in character
These niggas gon' quit speakin' on my name like they won't get embarrassed
Low for your life or low for your wife, nigga, fuck up your marriage
When I see a bad bitch, I holla
Yeah, my jury blingin', blingin' loud, they say
One hunnid bands, one hunnid bands, three hunnid bands, four
Gang of real niggas when we walkin' through the door
That wire hittin' my counter, holla
Money on my mind, AMG, gotta keep that car in drive
40 on my side, I feel like John Wick, I'ma let it fly
Body like an angel, but she in love, I'd rather let her cry
I'd tell the truth to God, but to these hoes, I swear I'd ride the line
10 bands, 20 bands, 30 bands, four
Off the jet, I'm runnin' to a check, need 50 for a show
I need like 50 bands, 60 bands, 70 and eight
And I'm the type, if you ain't set this table, don't ask me for no plate
That wire hittin' my counter, holla
When I push up in that foreign, they say
When I see a bad bitch, I holla
My jury blingin', blingin' loud, they say
Yeah, shout-out, that wire hit in my account, I holla
Yeah, when I push up in that foreign, they say
Yeah, when I see a bad bitch, I holla
Yeah, my jury blingin', blingin' loud, they say
One hunnid bands, one hunnid bands, three hunnid bands, four
Gang of real niggas when we walkin' through the door
That wire hit in my account, I holla
Not bad for some immigrants, she lovin' it, I'm oven-lit
A dozen whips, I'm on my second culinary
Richest nigga in the city, every vacay costs a million
And if you want your bitch back, get a passport, come and get her, nigga
Me and your bitch, we really vibe, we get along great
I don't pay for pussy, I just feel the same
The way I'm savin' bands, think I need a cape
Out here ain't gettin' no money, then you in the way
Left a booby trap with a threesome, run threesome
When I'm 42, I eat three of them, nigga loves me, I ain't seen one
Your baby daddy stealin' cars, bitch, I own a dealership
And I just might buy a yacht just to say I own a ship
When I see a bad bitch, I holla
Yeah, my jury blingin', blingin' loud, they say
One hunnid bands, one hunnid bands, three hunnid bands, four
Gang of real niggas when we walkin' through the door
That wire hit me, my account, I holla
They figure ten straight out rappin', they thought I was scammin'
Nine out of ten, your bitch with me, if she flat, till they yammin'
Pull up on a pentagram, burn them in them lemon-lemons
Pop out fresh as fuck, morning slippers, mix with lemons
Spooky shout-out, this shit candid, this shit straight from Cali
So much trap money, the ones and fives, I rub a band-aid
I just told my nigga, bankroll, we the ones that have it
These girls, y'all gotta know this, boy, I might not need flashin'
These chunky coupes on my neck, nigga, this real clarity
Tucked up a real bad bitch and put that hoe in character
These niggas gon' quit speakin' on my name like they won't get embarrassed
Low for your life or low for your wife, nigga, fuck up your marriage
When I see a bad bitch, I holla
Yeah, my jury blingin', blingin' loud, they say
One hunnid bands, one hunnid bands, three hunnid bands, four
Gang of real niggas when we walkin' through the door
That wire hittin' my counter, holla
Money on my mind, AMG, gotta keep that car in drive
40 on my side, I feel like John Wick, I'ma let it fly
Body like an angel, but she in love, I'd rather let her cry
I'd tell the truth to God, but to these hoes, I swear I'd ride the line
10 bands, 20 bands, 30 bands, four
Off the jet, I'm runnin' to a check, need 50 for a show
I need like 50 bands, 60 bands, 70 and eight
And I'm the type, if you ain't set this table, don't ask me for no plate
That wire hittin' my counter, holla
When I push up in that foreign, they say
When I see a bad bitch, I holla
My jury blingin', blingin' loud, they say
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:05.89] Yeah, see all this shit, niggas? Steve, leave me what's in it
[00:10.32] Yeah, shout-out, that wire hit in my account, I holla
[00:18.34] Yeah, when I push up in that foreign, they say
[00:24.28] Yeah, when I see a bad bitch, I holla
[00:30.65] Yeah, my jury blingin', blingin' loud, they say
[00:37.05] One hunnid bands, one hunnid bands, three hunnid bands, four
[00:39.80] Gang of real niggas when we walkin' through the door
[00:43.19] That wire hit in my account, I holla
[00:50.02] Not bad for some immigrants, she lovin' it, I'm oven-lit
[00:53.38] A dozen whips, I'm on my second culinary
[00:55.85] Richest nigga in the city, every vacay costs a million
[00:58.42] And if you want your bitch back, get a passport, come and get her, nigga
[01:02.11] Me and your bitch, we really vibe, we get along great
[01:05.92] I don't pay for pussy, I just feel the same
[01:08.59] The way I'm savin' bands, think I need a cape
[01:11.28] Out here ain't gettin' no money, then you in the way
[01:14.65] Left a booby trap with a threesome, run threesome
[01:17.14] When I'm 42, I eat three of them, nigga loves me, I ain't seen one
[01:20.51] Your baby daddy stealin' cars, bitch, I own a dealership
[01:23.85] And I just might buy a yacht just to say I own a ship
[01:26.90] When I see a bad bitch, I holla
[01:32.38] Yeah, my jury blingin', blingin' loud, they say
[01:39.16] One hunnid bands, one hunnid bands, three hunnid bands, four
[01:41.78] Gang of real niggas when we walkin' through the door
[01:45.24] That wire hit me, my account, I holla
[01:51.68] They figure ten straight out rappin', they thought I was scammin'
[01:54.62] Nine out of ten, your bitch with me, if she flat, till they yammin'
[01:57.85] Pull up on a pentagram, burn them in them lemon-lemons
[02:00.66] Pop out fresh as fuck, morning slippers, mix with lemons
[02:03.81] Spooky shout-out, this shit candid, this shit straight from Cali
[02:07.05] So much trap money, the ones and fives, I rub a band-aid
[02:10.35] I just told my nigga, bankroll, we the ones that have it
[02:13.23] These girls, y'all gotta know this, boy, I might not need flashin'
[02:16.38] These chunky coupes on my neck, nigga, this real clarity
[02:19.84] Tucked up a real bad bitch and put that hoe in character
[02:22.79] These niggas gon' quit speakin' on my name like they won't get embarrassed
[02:25.32] Low for your life or low for your wife, nigga, fuck up your marriage
[02:28.74] When I see a bad bitch, I holla
[02:34.78] Yeah, my jury blingin', blingin' loud, they say
[02:40.36] One hunnid bands, one hunnid bands, three hunnid bands, four
[02:43.93] Gang of real niggas when we walkin' through the door
[02:47.23] That wire hittin' my counter, holla
[02:53.48] Money on my mind, AMG, gotta keep that car in drive
[02:56.75] 40 on my side, I feel like John Wick, I'ma let it fly
[02:59.65] Body like an angel, but she in love, I'd rather let her cry
[03:02.67] I'd tell the truth to God, but to these hoes, I swear I'd ride the line
[03:05.82] 10 bands, 20 bands, 30 bands, four
[03:08.51] Off the jet, I'm runnin' to a check, need 50 for a show
[03:11.61] I need like 50 bands, 60 bands, 70 and eight
[03:14.74] And I'm the type, if you ain't set this table, don't ask me for no plate
[03:18.36] That wire hittin' my counter, holla
[03:24.12] When I push up in that foreign, they say
[03:30.52] When I see a bad bitch, I holla
[03:36.83] My jury blingin', blingin' loud, they say
[03:42.71]
[00:10.32] Yeah, shout-out, that wire hit in my account, I holla
[00:18.34] Yeah, when I push up in that foreign, they say
[00:24.28] Yeah, when I see a bad bitch, I holla
[00:30.65] Yeah, my jury blingin', blingin' loud, they say
[00:37.05] One hunnid bands, one hunnid bands, three hunnid bands, four
[00:39.80] Gang of real niggas when we walkin' through the door
[00:43.19] That wire hit in my account, I holla
[00:50.02] Not bad for some immigrants, she lovin' it, I'm oven-lit
[00:53.38] A dozen whips, I'm on my second culinary
[00:55.85] Richest nigga in the city, every vacay costs a million
[00:58.42] And if you want your bitch back, get a passport, come and get her, nigga
[01:02.11] Me and your bitch, we really vibe, we get along great
[01:05.92] I don't pay for pussy, I just feel the same
[01:08.59] The way I'm savin' bands, think I need a cape
[01:11.28] Out here ain't gettin' no money, then you in the way
[01:14.65] Left a booby trap with a threesome, run threesome
[01:17.14] When I'm 42, I eat three of them, nigga loves me, I ain't seen one
[01:20.51] Your baby daddy stealin' cars, bitch, I own a dealership
[01:23.85] And I just might buy a yacht just to say I own a ship
[01:26.90] When I see a bad bitch, I holla
[01:32.38] Yeah, my jury blingin', blingin' loud, they say
[01:39.16] One hunnid bands, one hunnid bands, three hunnid bands, four
[01:41.78] Gang of real niggas when we walkin' through the door
[01:45.24] That wire hit me, my account, I holla
[01:51.68] They figure ten straight out rappin', they thought I was scammin'
[01:54.62] Nine out of ten, your bitch with me, if she flat, till they yammin'
[01:57.85] Pull up on a pentagram, burn them in them lemon-lemons
[02:00.66] Pop out fresh as fuck, morning slippers, mix with lemons
[02:03.81] Spooky shout-out, this shit candid, this shit straight from Cali
[02:07.05] So much trap money, the ones and fives, I rub a band-aid
[02:10.35] I just told my nigga, bankroll, we the ones that have it
[02:13.23] These girls, y'all gotta know this, boy, I might not need flashin'
[02:16.38] These chunky coupes on my neck, nigga, this real clarity
[02:19.84] Tucked up a real bad bitch and put that hoe in character
[02:22.79] These niggas gon' quit speakin' on my name like they won't get embarrassed
[02:25.32] Low for your life or low for your wife, nigga, fuck up your marriage
[02:28.74] When I see a bad bitch, I holla
[02:34.78] Yeah, my jury blingin', blingin' loud, they say
[02:40.36] One hunnid bands, one hunnid bands, three hunnid bands, four
[02:43.93] Gang of real niggas when we walkin' through the door
[02:47.23] That wire hittin' my counter, holla
[02:53.48] Money on my mind, AMG, gotta keep that car in drive
[02:56.75] 40 on my side, I feel like John Wick, I'ma let it fly
[02:59.65] Body like an angel, but she in love, I'd rather let her cry
[03:02.67] I'd tell the truth to God, but to these hoes, I swear I'd ride the line
[03:05.82] 10 bands, 20 bands, 30 bands, four
[03:08.51] Off the jet, I'm runnin' to a check, need 50 for a show
[03:11.61] I need like 50 bands, 60 bands, 70 and eight
[03:14.74] And I'm the type, if you ain't set this table, don't ask me for no plate
[03:18.36] That wire hittin' my counter, holla
[03:24.12] When I push up in that foreign, they say
[03:30.52] When I see a bad bitch, I holla
[03:36.83] My jury blingin', blingin' loud, they say
[03:42.71]