Bands

10 Bands on me bitch I'm running man
Running to the bank, that's a hunnid man
Shawty make it clap for a rubber band
She gon' throw it back for me, on demand
Bust it, bust it, throw it back
Bust it, bust it, throw it back
Bust it, bust it, throw it back
Baby throw that thang back, make it clap

I'm in the club throwing up some ones
She ran up to me and said come gimme some
I love your vibe I feel you are the one
Not my intention but I just played along
She's a track star the way she running through my bands
She's a pop star the way she popping through the xans
She's a hood star the way she got 'em doing what she says
I'm a rap star the way I'm rapping with a scheme
And it ain't no in between
Stop catching up on your z's when it's only regarding me
Hpnotiq and Hennessy she only about her green
She only does what she please
I'm curious how do you fit that booty inside those jeans
I'm a Pokemon baby girl I'm just tryna peek at you
Call me Charrizard baby cause I got fire in this booth
Go ahead and secure the bag cause I got plenty of loot
And when you get around your friends just make sure to tell the truth
I don't like lies you see I never read fables
If it's outta pocket never reach under the table
I was never slick I never went places you can't go
This is not the 80s I will never rock a kangol
Infatuated if she is established making paper
Well educated and knows how to hold a conversation
She caught me reading her, she said check out the backpage
I had to tell lil mama I don't go that way

10 Bands on me bitch I'm running man
Running to the bank, that's a hunnid man
Shawty make it clap for a rubber band
She gon' throw it back for me, on demand
Bust it, bust it, throw it back
Bust it, bust it, throw it back
Bust it, bust it, throw it back
Baby throw that thang back, make it clap

10 Bands on me bitch I'm the running man
All this for a stack girl where ya other friends
My money spends but baby girl yea it all depends
Can you make it clap while doing a headstand
Bend over shake that ass baby
Drop it low wobble up no not Nicki man
Touch the floor you's a fine mother fucka when you back that ass up
And you call me big daddy while I'm hittin' it faster
You a nasty little freak I can tell by how you dance
The way you shakin' ass make me want to use my hands
Let me get it from behind so I can slap it make it jiggle
You say your nigga looking man fuck it take a picture
I'm a 7-figure nigga but my dreams gettin' bigger
It's funny how a nigga switched once I changed momentum
For your protection please don't get slick cause I'm the one with the big stick
I'm the one with the .40 and I'm the one with the... aye

10 Bands on me bitch I'm running man
Running to the bank, that's a hunnid man
Shawty make it clap for a rubber band
She gon' throw it back for me, on demand
Bust it, bust it, throw it back
Bust it, bust it, throw it back
Bust it, bust it, throw it back
Baby throw that thang back, make it clap



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Writer(s): Joseph Moment
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