My Band

Turn on my
Turn on my guitar
Ha ha ha, bitch
Na-na-na-na-na-na
Na-na, oh
Na-na-na-na na-na

Two seater with the ass heater
Had two glasses its about a half liter
Gyros out of Europe I'm really about the Pita
If she got some titties I would really like to meet her
Two Daphnes in the back seat
Mystery van goin max speed
I'm with my boy E like a gas meter
More bands in my passport stamps got visa

I'm too fly to fuck with
Look at my fit, look at my bitch, god damn
Last night we crushed it, look at my hands
Look at my look at my look at my bands
(Na-na-na-na-na na-na, oh)
Look at look at look at look at my, look at my bands
(Na-na-na-na-na na-na, oh)
Look at my-

Me and my band only do the shows that sold out
If we showing up the red carpet better be rolled out
You know the saying live fast never slow down
Wait you ain't heard about us we thе best that you ain't heard about
Look at my wife, I'm a bad bitch magnеt
I'm goin gold 3 times its a hat trick
You a sad motha' fucka', let me talk my shit

We came up, used to deal with people messing up name, uh
Now I'm only dealing with fake love
Turn a band wagon to a bus
I can sing whatever I want and they feel me
They keep Fallin in love with the real me
I'm just playing the card they deal me
5 peep in the van you can't touch me and my band

I'm too fly to fuck with
Look at my fit, look at my bitch, god damn
Last night we crushed it, look at my hands
Look at my look at my look at my bands
(Na-na-na-na-na na-na, oh)
Look at look at look at look at my, look at my bands
(Na-na-na-na-na na-na, oh)
Look at my bands