Bandz
Shawty mobbin', we gon' let her in decline
She ain't here to make friends
She ain't stoppin'
First I'ma get me a Porsche, yeah
Then I'ma get me a Lam', yeah
Worldwide with the fam, yeah
Loud louder than a band, yeah
Flood the wrist, cold in the glance, yeah
Show me you really can dance, yeah
I'm 'bout to flood her with bands, yeah
I got her rollin' in bands
Shawty mobbin', we gon' let her in decline
She ain't here to make friends
She ain't stoppin'
Booty wavin' like a fan, belly flopper
I got her rollin' in bands, yeah
Search for it, baby, nobody toppin' me
AP on my wrist is a property
Off-White like a brick is on top of me
Body so thick and it's shockin' me
Slim thick, make a mockery
I can barely move properly
Both of them knockers are knockin' me, yeah
Even the pretty hoes jockin' me
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I got the city on top of me, yeah, yeah, yeah
Water whippin', we done made a monopoly
Get you a hand full of broccoli
Shawty say you smell good
I told her to pop out and shop with me
She know I ain't got no Glock on me
No, I ain't brought in security
She wan' know why I got the Glock on me
Cheatin' guys bring storms
That's why your homies is flockin' me
Baby smokin' that Back'
While she makin' them bands
I took her back to the lands, yeah
I got her rollin' in bands
Shawty mobbin', we gon' let her in decline
She ain't here to make friends
She ain't stoppin'
Booty wavin' like a fan, belly flopper
I got her rollin' in bands, yeah
First I'ma get me a Porsche, yeah
Then I'ma get me a Lam', yeah
Worldwide with the fam, yeah
Loud louder than a band, yeah
Flood the wrist, cold in the glance, yeah
Show me you really can dance, yeah
I'm 'bout to flood her with bands, yeah
I got her rollin' in bands
Leave a chicken to the jams
Like she been lickin' the sand
I got the heat in the can
She know exactly who I am
Now the boy Ric Flair
I'm diggin' that girl name Claire
She diggin' the stone in my ears
I told her that was brick fare
Windows tinted, she love it when I'm in it, yeah
She gon' eat it and swallow when she finished, yeah
'Cause everywhere I'm at
Know I got that cri-nack (I have that crack)
Told her Benjamin my brother, taht's a fi-nact, yeah
So go'n and put that arch in your bi-nack, yeah
You know that bag secured, this a si-nack, yeah
Real skills, bitch, I'm smokin' on this spinach, yeah
I can turn to green monster like the Grin-ich, yeah
Shawty mobbin', we gon' let her in decline
She ain't here to make friends, she ain't stoppin'
Booty wavin' like a fan, belly flopper
I got her rollin' in bands, yeah
First I'ma get me a Porsche, yeah
Then I'ma get me a Lam', yeah
Worldwide with the fam, yeah
Loud louder than a band, yeah
Flood the wrist, cold in the glance, yeah
Show me you really can dance, yeah
I'm 'bout to flood her with bands, yeah
I got her rollin' in bands
First I'ma get me a Porsche, yeah
Then I'ma get me a Lam', yeah
Worldwide with the fam, yeah
Loud louder than a band, yeah
Flood the wrist, cold in the glance, yeah
Show me you really can dance, yeah
I'm 'bout to flood her with bands, yeah
I got her rollin' in bands
She ain't here to make friends
She ain't stoppin'
First I'ma get me a Porsche, yeah
Then I'ma get me a Lam', yeah
Worldwide with the fam, yeah
Loud louder than a band, yeah
Flood the wrist, cold in the glance, yeah
Show me you really can dance, yeah
I'm 'bout to flood her with bands, yeah
I got her rollin' in bands
Shawty mobbin', we gon' let her in decline
She ain't here to make friends
She ain't stoppin'
Booty wavin' like a fan, belly flopper
I got her rollin' in bands, yeah
Search for it, baby, nobody toppin' me
AP on my wrist is a property
Off-White like a brick is on top of me
Body so thick and it's shockin' me
Slim thick, make a mockery
I can barely move properly
Both of them knockers are knockin' me, yeah
Even the pretty hoes jockin' me
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I got the city on top of me, yeah, yeah, yeah
Water whippin', we done made a monopoly
Get you a hand full of broccoli
Shawty say you smell good
I told her to pop out and shop with me
She know I ain't got no Glock on me
No, I ain't brought in security
She wan' know why I got the Glock on me
Cheatin' guys bring storms
That's why your homies is flockin' me
Baby smokin' that Back'
While she makin' them bands
I took her back to the lands, yeah
I got her rollin' in bands
Shawty mobbin', we gon' let her in decline
She ain't here to make friends
She ain't stoppin'
Booty wavin' like a fan, belly flopper
I got her rollin' in bands, yeah
First I'ma get me a Porsche, yeah
Then I'ma get me a Lam', yeah
Worldwide with the fam, yeah
Loud louder than a band, yeah
Flood the wrist, cold in the glance, yeah
Show me you really can dance, yeah
I'm 'bout to flood her with bands, yeah
I got her rollin' in bands
Leave a chicken to the jams
Like she been lickin' the sand
I got the heat in the can
She know exactly who I am
Now the boy Ric Flair
I'm diggin' that girl name Claire
She diggin' the stone in my ears
I told her that was brick fare
Windows tinted, she love it when I'm in it, yeah
She gon' eat it and swallow when she finished, yeah
'Cause everywhere I'm at
Know I got that cri-nack (I have that crack)
Told her Benjamin my brother, taht's a fi-nact, yeah
So go'n and put that arch in your bi-nack, yeah
You know that bag secured, this a si-nack, yeah
Real skills, bitch, I'm smokin' on this spinach, yeah
I can turn to green monster like the Grin-ich, yeah
Shawty mobbin', we gon' let her in decline
She ain't here to make friends, she ain't stoppin'
Booty wavin' like a fan, belly flopper
I got her rollin' in bands, yeah
First I'ma get me a Porsche, yeah
Then I'ma get me a Lam', yeah
Worldwide with the fam, yeah
Loud louder than a band, yeah
Flood the wrist, cold in the glance, yeah
Show me you really can dance, yeah
I'm 'bout to flood her with bands, yeah
I got her rollin' in bands
First I'ma get me a Porsche, yeah
Then I'ma get me a Lam', yeah
Worldwide with the fam, yeah
Loud louder than a band, yeah
Flood the wrist, cold in the glance, yeah
Show me you really can dance, yeah
I'm 'bout to flood her with bands, yeah
I got her rollin' in bands
Credits
Writer(s): Danny Snodgrass, Nicholas Mira, Ken Hodge, Marvin Banks
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