Broke Boy Get Your Bands Up
Broke boy get your bands up
Father gone had to man up
If you getting bread stand up
Broke boy get your bands up
Broke boy get your bands up
Broke boy get your bands up
Father gone had to man up
If you getting bread stand up
She jump on my dick like a bungee
We get dirty in bed
Like we playing rugby
Ain't no hugging
All we do is fucking
Quit the mean mugging
Since a little jit
Got the money and loved it
Chilling with the homies
Turnt up in the function
I met thotiana
You know that she bussed it
I'm starting an empire
And no I ain't bluffin
Call me Escobar
I started with nothing
Slowly turnt it into something
When I get rich
My mommas wrist
Imma flood it
If I don't take a risk
Im never gonna get rich
You don't gotta like me
Just don't disrespect me
Cause shit can get heavy
I aim it real steady
You know that shit deadly
Like Inspector Gadget
You know I got plenty
My jewels looking froze
Looking colder than a yeti
Broke boy get your bands up
Father gone had to man up
If you getting bread stand up
Broke boy get your bands up
Broke boy get your bands up
Broke boy get your bands up
Father gone had to man up
If you getting bread stand up
Affiliated with winners
We don't like pretenders
If you were in the Alphabet
Then L would be your letter
Smoke up a blunt
Yeah It make me feel better
Bryan Trill is the one
That came out the ghetto
I put my team on
Call me money making Mitch
I have my team on
Yeah we all gon get rich
I don't go to casinos
But Im stacking all these Chips
If this rap shit don't work
Then Im back to whipping it
Im from the Westside
And I stay repping it
Santa Ana is my city
Thats where I kick it
If you niggas got a problem
Then I can fix it
With this tooly on my hip
That bitch got a kick
Looking like its pregnant
Take my time with this shit
So I can better my amendment
Coming at me wrong
Then I have to use my second
You are just a baby boy
And I am Melvin
Broke boy get your bands up
Father gone had to man up
If you getting bread stand up
Broke boy get your bands up
Broke boy get your bands up
Broke boy get your bands up
Father gone had to man up
If you getting bread stand up
Father gone had to man up
If you getting bread stand up
Broke boy get your bands up
Broke boy get your bands up
Broke boy get your bands up
Father gone had to man up
If you getting bread stand up
She jump on my dick like a bungee
We get dirty in bed
Like we playing rugby
Ain't no hugging
All we do is fucking
Quit the mean mugging
Since a little jit
Got the money and loved it
Chilling with the homies
Turnt up in the function
I met thotiana
You know that she bussed it
I'm starting an empire
And no I ain't bluffin
Call me Escobar
I started with nothing
Slowly turnt it into something
When I get rich
My mommas wrist
Imma flood it
If I don't take a risk
Im never gonna get rich
You don't gotta like me
Just don't disrespect me
Cause shit can get heavy
I aim it real steady
You know that shit deadly
Like Inspector Gadget
You know I got plenty
My jewels looking froze
Looking colder than a yeti
Broke boy get your bands up
Father gone had to man up
If you getting bread stand up
Broke boy get your bands up
Broke boy get your bands up
Broke boy get your bands up
Father gone had to man up
If you getting bread stand up
Affiliated with winners
We don't like pretenders
If you were in the Alphabet
Then L would be your letter
Smoke up a blunt
Yeah It make me feel better
Bryan Trill is the one
That came out the ghetto
I put my team on
Call me money making Mitch
I have my team on
Yeah we all gon get rich
I don't go to casinos
But Im stacking all these Chips
If this rap shit don't work
Then Im back to whipping it
Im from the Westside
And I stay repping it
Santa Ana is my city
Thats where I kick it
If you niggas got a problem
Then I can fix it
With this tooly on my hip
That bitch got a kick
Looking like its pregnant
Take my time with this shit
So I can better my amendment
Coming at me wrong
Then I have to use my second
You are just a baby boy
And I am Melvin
Broke boy get your bands up
Father gone had to man up
If you getting bread stand up
Broke boy get your bands up
Broke boy get your bands up
Broke boy get your bands up
Father gone had to man up
If you getting bread stand up
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Writer(s): Bryan Gonzalez
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