Run them bands up, run them bands up Spin it cause I'm up, bandwagon Run them bands up, run them bands up Thought we was falling off, you can't stand us Whole lot of bands in my left hand This b***h got a drum, I'm the band man Whole lot of drink in my right hand Long list, slim four, hunnit the hype man She know I got paper, she wanna get an issue Over a b***h, never act sentimental Drop top coat, this is not a rental Pull up F.A.Ferrari, put they mental Gentle as you open the door Do a hunnit in the club, put this s*** on Forbes Beef in the streets, come with these The b***h so good, it be starting wars Oh, oh, oh man, oh This b***h I trust cause it don't jam I'm tryna run the back up, she wanna slow dance I'm tryna toot it and boot it, she wanna romance Run them bands up, run them bands up Spin it cause I'm up, bandwagon Run them bands up, run them bands up Like we was falling off, you can't stand us Big digits, chrome heart, b***h spin it Get witty, if I rapped it, I'd lift it Big digits, whole lot of pretty b***h No cap, not a snapback or a fitty How they do my b***h, it's the big homie Different b***h every night, I am never lonely Said she had her only fans, but she never told me Said she a real b***h, now she gotta show me Yeah, I don't demon, I don't play fair No get money in the sick, in the hair Yeah, jumping off a b***h, feel me everywhere I be living in a bank, you ain't never there Yeah, crack, rap that b***h like it's automatic I'm obsessed with that b***h, I'm an a** fanatic Put the b***h to his lip like an asthmatic And we still flip the b***h like an acrobatic Play time, now it's break time Too busy, but I make time 400 with them gang signs If we talking millionaires, b***h, I'm front line Run them bands up, run them bands up Run them bands up, run them bands up Run them bands up, run them bands up Spin it cause I'm up, bandwagon Run them bands up, run them bands up Run them bands up, run them bands up Run them bands up, run them bands up Like we was falling off, you can't stand us Big digits, chrome heart, spin it Get witty, if I rapped it, I'd lick it Big digits, whole lot of pretty No cap, not a snapback or a fitty I run it up till I'm tired Went back to sleep and woke up to a wire F***ing choir, who been f***ing me prior? F***, I've been hot, Richard Pryor Uh, it's getting hot in here Got no time to drop a tear cause I hop in Lears I took the PS lounge cause they stop and stare I know these white folks wonder how we got in here Uh, to the club in the kitchen from the back door It's the only time that I ever get back door The f*** you think I rap for? You can see it on my dashboard Worth eight figures, ain't no such thing as tricking Should've been a farmer, I'd be chasing after chickens Focus on the money, that f*** come along with me No love for the opps, they get knocked out, they bridging Jump inside a box, spin a block till I'm dizzy Back transfer, if you act right, I get your d*** back Me in the car, I'm in a rush, you know I'm busy Drove out the f***ing superstore and made that f***ing part of my rollout Rapping all that tough f***ing got his d*** out You can't buy no ticket to my show cause they be sold out Security wanna search us at the door when we got f***ed out Bad b***h got a f***ed out He ain't really gang gang, you a mascot Check my bank statements, you a pass out You need people like me to point and call the bad guy