Bands On Top (feat. Major James)
Oh, yeah, yeah yeah
Oh, oh, oh, yeah
Oh, oh, oh, yeah
Yeah, yeah, ayy, ayy
A nigga goin' to the top
You know this shit, it don't stop
Oh, yeah, I gotta have it on lock
Gettin' money off the clock Oh, yeah
A hundred grand on the watch
Throw the bag in the drop
Now put the bands on the top
Yeah, put the bands on the top
We put the bands on the top
Cause we don't sit em dine
Separatin' blue cheese like a restaurant
I'm talkin' big, big bucks like Giannis
And I don't see you in the front
Cause you're behind us
That's in the back, boy
You the type to lack, boy Never had a band
And you never seen a rack, boy
I'm the type to stack, boy
Drivin' Cadillacs, boy Get it out the mud
Triple up and get the bag, boy
Cause I'm that nigga
He think he big, but I'm bigger
That's why his bitch chose up
So I'ma hit her pourin' liquor I feel it in my liver
And my ice so cold, make ya shiver
I'm cold, let her lick on my popsicle
And I be diggin' in her guts like a lot, nigga
Hit the road with them bands on the top, nigga
New whip and I'm pullin' off the lot with it
A nigga goin' to the top
You know this shit, it don't stop
Oh, yeah, I gotta have it on lock
Gettin' money off the clock Oh, yeah
A hundred grand on the watch
Throw the bag in the drop
Now put the bands on the top
Yeah, put the bands on the top
Oh, oh, oh, yeah
Oh, oh, oh, yeah
Yeah, yeah, ayy, ayy
A nigga goin' to the top
You know this shit, it don't stop
Oh, yeah, I gotta have it on lock
Gettin' money off the clock Oh, yeah
A hundred grand on the watch
Throw the bag in the drop
Now put the bands on the top
Yeah, put the bands on the top
We put the bands on the top
Cause we don't sit em dine
Separatin' blue cheese like a restaurant
I'm talkin' big, big bucks like Giannis
And I don't see you in the front
Cause you're behind us
That's in the back, boy
You the type to lack, boy Never had a band
And you never seen a rack, boy
I'm the type to stack, boy
Drivin' Cadillacs, boy Get it out the mud
Triple up and get the bag, boy
Cause I'm that nigga
He think he big, but I'm bigger
That's why his bitch chose up
So I'ma hit her pourin' liquor I feel it in my liver
And my ice so cold, make ya shiver
I'm cold, let her lick on my popsicle
And I be diggin' in her guts like a lot, nigga
Hit the road with them bands on the top, nigga
New whip and I'm pullin' off the lot with it
A nigga goin' to the top
You know this shit, it don't stop
Oh, yeah, I gotta have it on lock
Gettin' money off the clock Oh, yeah
A hundred grand on the watch
Throw the bag in the drop
Now put the bands on the top
Yeah, put the bands on the top
Credits
Writer(s): Major Freeman, Donovan Johnson Jr
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