Drop Bands On It

Hundred racks, all hundreds

Anything less, small money

Money so long, got a tag on it

Anything I want, drop bands on it

Bands on it, bands on it

Bands on it, drop bands on it

Bands on it, bands on it

Bands on it

I’m stickin to the plan

Got a bottle in my hand

I wrote this off a dab

So drunk I need a cab

And I came in a Porsche

Getting brain like a dork

Good weed in my lungs

The way I hit it got her sprung

Fuck around and go broke in the club

They ain’t nothing like us

What you heard that's raw not a blunt

Bitch roll some up

If I ain’t getting high then I'm probably workin'

Spit the shit that got Miley Cyrus twerkin'

I go Hammer with the grammer

To spend this many racks you need stamina

Hundred racks, all hundreds

Anything less, small money

Money so long, got a tag on it

Anything I want, drop bands on it

Bands on it, bands on it

Bands on it, drop bands on it

Bands on it, bands on it

Bands on it

New chain hundred grand on it

Bitch ass so fat just layin' on it

Just bought a drop top, get a tan on it

All this bitches on my dick, put your hands on it

Hot pussy, put a fan on it

I go old LA, just ram on it

Bands on it

Clap clap, mothfuckin' back hand on it, Peter Picker pipe em

T-Raww knife em, end them life up

Fuck your life up, turn up in a nightclub

Nice one, pop one in this bitch

Drum and bass molly on her tongue

Hundred racks, all hundreds

Anything less, small money

Money so long, got a tag on it

Anything I want, drop bands on it

Bands on it, bands on it

Bands on it, drop bands on it

Bands on it, bands on it

Bands on it

Fresh pull up in that new Royce 4 door, federally taking photos

Got the plug from the cholos, buy 2, he front me 4 more

I'm a fly boy on my high horse like Polo

Need a fly girl with fat ass like J. Lo

Hey ho, I stay on my grizzly no mayo

Got the killas on the payroll like kids spinning Playdoh

Collar pop like the fonz

My top go back like LeBron

Your girls head Is the bomb, she gave my dick a massage

Nigga can't get it unless it’s six digits

And your pockets shorter then 6 midgets

All this ice on my gold keep my neck drippin

If it get Iggy try to stick me with this murder business

This money got me lookin handsome

Roll the weed so I can smoke

50 models in my section

100 bottles of that Rose, everything on me

Hundred racks, all hundreds

Anything less, small money

Money so long, got a tag on it

Anything I want, drop bands on it

Bands on it, bands on it

Bands on it, drop bands on it

Bands on it, bands on it

Bands on it