Up
Hands up
Throw your bands up
Yeah your man sus
Tell em take a seat
Cause they know they can't stand us
Bands up
Throw your hands up
Yeah your man bluff
You ain't at our bar
We got levels we got standards
Hands up
Throw your bands up
Yeah your man sus
Tell em take a seat
Cause they know they can't stand us
Bands up
Throw your hands up
Yeah your man bluff
You ain't at our bar
We got levels we got standards
Yeah, we got standards over here
We got pandas, we got dancers, we got answers over here
Yeah the crew on the watch we got cameras over there
Have em serve you up a Mack put some 'Flava In Ya Ear'
Let's get shit straight
You is bitch made
I'm tight with my blood like a bandaid
What I've been through
It's what I can't do
Clean my head off like some shampoo
Racks, Cash, fat stacks
Got a lot past that
When you hit the top gotta watch for the back stabs
Wake up, boss up, next up, club up, yeah I got my check up
Now get your fuckin' hands up
Hands up
Throw your bands up
Yeah your man sus
Tell em take a seat
Cause they know they can't stand us
Bands up
Throw your hands up
Yeah your man bluff
You ain't at our bar
We got levels we got standards
Hands up
Throw your bands up
Yeah your man sus
Tell em take a seat
Cause they know they can't stand us
Bands up
Throw your hands up
Yeah your man bluff
You ain't at our bar
We got levels we got standards
Man this dilemma
Now my pockets call MarGiela
I don't want a diamond on my head
Cause that shit stick forever
I'd much rather stack my cheese up and go get a subway special
By then I'll have like three times that and my own bezel
Money comes
And money goes
Speak it fast
And have a show
Come my way
And I'll hold you close
WWE
Lemme show you the ropes
Talk it how I mean
You could bark it then you leave
Money won its undefeated
Friends are dead this shit is creepy
Bands up hands up when you gonna man up
Shining through the night this shit will prolly blind Prancer
Hands up
Throw your bands up
Yeah your man sus
Tell em take a seat
Cause they know they can't stand us
Bands up
Throw your hands up
Yeah your man bluff
You ain't at our bar
We got levels we got standards
Hands up
Throw your bands up
Yeah your man sus
Tell em take a seat
Cause they know they can't stand us
Bands up
Throw your hands up
Yeah your man bluff
You ain't at our bar
We got levels we got standards
Throw your bands up
Yeah your man sus
Tell em take a seat
Cause they know they can't stand us
Bands up
Throw your hands up
Yeah your man bluff
You ain't at our bar
We got levels we got standards
Hands up
Throw your bands up
Yeah your man sus
Tell em take a seat
Cause they know they can't stand us
Bands up
Throw your hands up
Yeah your man bluff
You ain't at our bar
We got levels we got standards
Yeah, we got standards over here
We got pandas, we got dancers, we got answers over here
Yeah the crew on the watch we got cameras over there
Have em serve you up a Mack put some 'Flava In Ya Ear'
Let's get shit straight
You is bitch made
I'm tight with my blood like a bandaid
What I've been through
It's what I can't do
Clean my head off like some shampoo
Racks, Cash, fat stacks
Got a lot past that
When you hit the top gotta watch for the back stabs
Wake up, boss up, next up, club up, yeah I got my check up
Now get your fuckin' hands up
Hands up
Throw your bands up
Yeah your man sus
Tell em take a seat
Cause they know they can't stand us
Bands up
Throw your hands up
Yeah your man bluff
You ain't at our bar
We got levels we got standards
Hands up
Throw your bands up
Yeah your man sus
Tell em take a seat
Cause they know they can't stand us
Bands up
Throw your hands up
Yeah your man bluff
You ain't at our bar
We got levels we got standards
Man this dilemma
Now my pockets call MarGiela
I don't want a diamond on my head
Cause that shit stick forever
I'd much rather stack my cheese up and go get a subway special
By then I'll have like three times that and my own bezel
Money comes
And money goes
Speak it fast
And have a show
Come my way
And I'll hold you close
WWE
Lemme show you the ropes
Talk it how I mean
You could bark it then you leave
Money won its undefeated
Friends are dead this shit is creepy
Bands up hands up when you gonna man up
Shining through the night this shit will prolly blind Prancer
Hands up
Throw your bands up
Yeah your man sus
Tell em take a seat
Cause they know they can't stand us
Bands up
Throw your hands up
Yeah your man bluff
You ain't at our bar
We got levels we got standards
Hands up
Throw your bands up
Yeah your man sus
Tell em take a seat
Cause they know they can't stand us
Bands up
Throw your hands up
Yeah your man bluff
You ain't at our bar
We got levels we got standards
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Writer(s): Jonathan Howe
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