Adding Up The Bands
Adding up the bands that I made today
I was smoking on the blunt in the back of the Wraith
Know I'm coming for the money better hide your safe
And you know I'm eating good cause I said my grace
Better go and get the crep cause I creased my Js
Feeling like a high-tech
Light you up and then I'll send you on your way
Girl I know
You want my dough
Yea, you could try to shoot your fucking shot but I don't play
Know we don't play
I'm with all my brothers keep it solid to the grave
Solid how I came yea I don't gotta change
Hit it long-range I be balling everyday
Cock it back let it boom
Like Pop I'm clearing out the room
Got no heart in my chest
So I wear it on the shoe
Dirty fazos on my feet
I still rock 'em like they new
Bands bussing out the jeans
Paul Pierce I'm the truth
Know I'm never stalling
Gotta chase the band route
They just see me balling they don't understand how
And I'm living good
Know I'm from the wood
Adding up the bands like I know I fucking should
Adding up the bands that I made today
I was smoking on the blunt in the back of the Wraith
Know I'm coming for the money better hide your safe
And you know I'm eating good cause I said my grace
Better go and get the crep cause I creased my Js
Feeling like a high-tech
Light you up and then I'll send you on your way
Girl I know
You want my dough
Yea, you could try to shoot your fucking shot but I don't play
If they shooting shots we out the way
I'm with all my niggas, we're the gang
Man that's on my mother on my grave
Imma sing this shit forever 'til I fucking faint
Yuh
They see me back on my thang
Hop in that Rarri and I'm back switching lanes
Yuh
It's just me and the gang
This shit been the same
And we never changed up
From the bag where I'm living
Got these bitches on me, man I ain't even tripping
I'm getting rich I'm Roddy Riching
Adding up the bands doing anything to make your day
Adding up the bands that I made today
I was smoking on the blunt in the back of the Wraith
Know I'm coming for the money better hide your safe
And you know I'm eating good cause I said my grace
Better go and get the crep cause I creased my Js
Feeling like a high-tech
Light you up and then I'll send you on your way
Girl I know
You want my dough
Yea, you could try to shoot your fucking shot but I don't play
I was smoking on the blunt in the back of the Wraith
Know I'm coming for the money better hide your safe
And you know I'm eating good cause I said my grace
Better go and get the crep cause I creased my Js
Feeling like a high-tech
Light you up and then I'll send you on your way
Girl I know
You want my dough
Yea, you could try to shoot your fucking shot but I don't play
Know we don't play
I'm with all my brothers keep it solid to the grave
Solid how I came yea I don't gotta change
Hit it long-range I be balling everyday
Cock it back let it boom
Like Pop I'm clearing out the room
Got no heart in my chest
So I wear it on the shoe
Dirty fazos on my feet
I still rock 'em like they new
Bands bussing out the jeans
Paul Pierce I'm the truth
Know I'm never stalling
Gotta chase the band route
They just see me balling they don't understand how
And I'm living good
Know I'm from the wood
Adding up the bands like I know I fucking should
Adding up the bands that I made today
I was smoking on the blunt in the back of the Wraith
Know I'm coming for the money better hide your safe
And you know I'm eating good cause I said my grace
Better go and get the crep cause I creased my Js
Feeling like a high-tech
Light you up and then I'll send you on your way
Girl I know
You want my dough
Yea, you could try to shoot your fucking shot but I don't play
If they shooting shots we out the way
I'm with all my niggas, we're the gang
Man that's on my mother on my grave
Imma sing this shit forever 'til I fucking faint
Yuh
They see me back on my thang
Hop in that Rarri and I'm back switching lanes
Yuh
It's just me and the gang
This shit been the same
And we never changed up
From the bag where I'm living
Got these bitches on me, man I ain't even tripping
I'm getting rich I'm Roddy Riching
Adding up the bands doing anything to make your day
Adding up the bands that I made today
I was smoking on the blunt in the back of the Wraith
Know I'm coming for the money better hide your safe
And you know I'm eating good cause I said my grace
Better go and get the crep cause I creased my Js
Feeling like a high-tech
Light you up and then I'll send you on your way
Girl I know
You want my dough
Yea, you could try to shoot your fucking shot but I don't play
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Writer(s): Christian Brown
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