Joey Trap - Big Bands lyrics

Akachi on the beat lil' bitch
Joey Trap is daddy
Fuck all them other rappers look

Big watch, big bands, huh
Got your main bitch lookin' like a fan, huh?
Money in my pocket, to be honest
I can't stand up
Twenty naked bitches in the crib
Make my bed rock
Thirty bands in my True jeans
She gon' suck my dick 'til it's soft
Now that's a true queen
No one tryna cuff me
All these bitches say I'm too mean
I can't trust them anyways
These bitches fuck the whole team
Dumb nigga want beef, nigga eat a hamburger
'Cause this thirty on my hip finna handle ya
Talking on the internet I never
Was a fan of it he done seen the nina by my
Nuts and he ran from it

Dumb nigga just a track star
Used to ride the bus now I'm
Slidin' in this fast car
NASCAR, switch lanes swerving, Issa Jaguar
Stupid ass nigga really scared
Got a fast heart
I can't remember none of these
Bitches that I ran through
I can't remember none of these
Bitches that I ran through
I can't remember none of these
Bitches that I ran through
Prolly 'cause I never asked asked they
Name when they came through

Two F's on my belt, bitch, it's Fendi
Two F's I'll never give, can't offend me
Got two racks chillin' in my
Hand off this Henny
She ask for a sip, stupid bitch
I'm not friendly dummy, ayy, I be gassing
Rings and things, lil' bitch, I be cashin'
Shake that ass, lil' bitch, you be spazzin'
Ain't no Ford, lil' bitch, this an Aston
Over, ayy, get it back, though
Stupid ass niggas thought they
Finna get a pass, though
Running through them bands, you ain't
Know a nigga fast, though
If I was a comic book
They'd prolly call me Flash, ho
(Look)

Big watch, big bands, huh
Got your main bitch lookin' like a fan, huh?
Money in my pocket, to be honest
I can't stand up
Twenty naked bitches in the crib
Make my bed rock
Thirty bands in my True jeans
She gon' suck my dick 'til it's soft
Now that's a true queen
No one tryna cuff me
All these bitches say I'm too mean
I can't trust them anyways
These bitches fuck the whole team
Dumb nigga want beef, nigga eat a hamburger
'Cause this thirty on my hip finna handle ya
Talking on the internet I never
Was a fan of it he done seen the nina by my
Nuts and he ran from it

Dumb nigga just a track star
Used to ride the bus now I'm
Slidin' in this fast car
NASCAR, switch lanes swerving, Issa Jaguar
Stupid ass nigga really scared
Got a fast heart
I can't remember none of these
Bitches that I ran through
I can't remember none of these
Bitches that I ran through
I can't remember none of these
Bitches that I ran through
Prolly 'cause I never asked asked they
Name when they came through