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Use A− / A+ to adjust text sizeBandz (feat. Meek Mill)
[Travis Scott]I got bands (oh no, oh no, goddamn)Don't need these hoes, hundred racks to blowNigga, I got bands (oh no, oh no, goddamn)Let's get this dough, run the world for sureI got bandsMan, I'm in these streets, it's been a long day'Bout to sign this deal and throw it all away'Bout to cop the crib that Dame lost todayFunny look at them niggas that slippin'You trippin', no fear, my niggas, we get itI'm looking down at the whole worldthrough these glass ceilingsAnd when I step outside bad bitches with meBack in my section twistingthat la la, can't let it stress meWake up, fall asleep to Dizzy GillespieBa-back it up and break it downShe gon' bust it on this dick you gon' take her out of townI put ice in my veneers, I put rubies in my crownCount them stacks and blow them racksniggas know who they aroundI got bands (oh no, oh no, goddamn)Don't need these hoes, hundred racks to blowNigga, I got bands (oh no, oh no, goddamn)Let's get this dough, run the world for sureI got bands (oh no, oh no, goddamn)Don't need these hoes, hundred racks to blowNigga, I got bands (oh no, oh no, goddamn)Let's get this dough, run the world for sureI got bands[Meek Mill]Okay, I walk in this bitch I fuck shit up then I leave, hoPay your car note or get some money for that weed, hoForty-five hundred, blow it, there go double C's, hoMight go throw a birkin bag if you tell me please, hoShe gon' throw that ass back, drop that on them real niggasI'm gon' throw that cash back, drop that on the real bitchesMurder on that pussy, ho, I kill-I-I kill bitchesYou gon' get like every bagand every shoe if I deal with youYoung nigga ballin' like I fuckin' hit the lotteryYou just want the money shorty, you ain't got to lie to meAll these niggas hatin' on me, know they wanna body me'Cause every time you see a nigga, I look like a robbery[Travis Scott]I got bands (oh no, oh no, goddamn)Don't need these hoes, hundred racks to blowNigga, I got bands (oh no, oh no, goddamn)Let's get this dough, run the world for sureI got bands (oh no, oh no, goddamn)Don't need these hoes, hundred racks to blowNigga, I got bands (oh no, oh no, goddamn)Let's get this dough, run the world for sureI got bands(OOh, I know you bitch niggas hate me now)I got bands, I got bands, I got bandsI got bands, I got bands(OOh, I know you bitch niggas hate me now)I got bands, I got bands, I got bandsI got bands, I got bands(OOh, I know you bitch niggas hate me now)I got bands, I got bands, I got bandsI got bands, I got bands(OOh, I know you bitch niggas hate me now)I got bands, I got bands, I got bandsI got bands, I got bandsLately, I been goin' crazyLaughin', drinkin', find myself in armsof different women, huhToast it, I need to use my cerebellumTried to tell 'em cut that rap shit allthat wack shit is underwhelmingTime's ticking, palms itchingMinds tripping, tired of livingmad decisions, I'll kill 'em(OOh, I know you bitch niggas hate me now)I got bands, I got bands, I got bandsI got bands, I got bandsI got bands (oh no, oh no, goddamn)Don't need these hoes, hundred racks to blowNigga, I got bands (oh no, oh no, goddamn)Let's get this dough, run the world for sureI got bands (oh no, oh no, goddamn)Don't need these hoes, hundred racks to blowNigga, I got bands (oh no, oh no, goddamn)Let's get this dough, run the world for sureI got bands
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