Mook TBG - All These Bands lyrics

I everything, I gotta get back
Everybody got their hand in my bag
Turn your back, they gon' go in your pack
I was broke, got a gun and a mask
Last year, they put me in the back
Now, I'm ridin' in the back of the back
Damn, I'm gone
Now, I'm ridin' in the back of the back
SKRRR T whoa, I'm gone

Push a button, drop my top, now I got bands
They' like, "What are you gon' do
With all these bands?"
I'm might cash out on a crib and feed my fam
Fuck the' niggas and these bitches
All the same

Got too many problems, and too many dollars
(damn) too many bitches all over me
Told 'em sit back and just roll the weed
(let's go) back on the road for a couple
Weeks, just bought a coupe
Now they finally see
What I'm 'bout to me, wow, I
Got a couple bands on me, now
(whoa) i keep it on me when I'm
Out of town, smokin' loud
Should be lovin' my style
They like house with a couple
Of thou', get it back
I might buy me a house (wow)
Palm trees and a pool in the back
I be ridin' in the back of the back
Don't need a house unless I got a sack
Prayin' for all my niggas that's trapped
I'm 'bout to make it, put on with this rap
I gotta get it so I'm runnin' them laps
Fuck up a check and I get
It right back, they' like
"What you gon' do with them racks?"
(hol' up) i got the key to the safe, look
I'm-a play on her face (damn)
Fuck these hoes, just the money
I chase, all the hatin'
I'm-a catch me a case (wow)

Push a button, drop my top, now I got bands
They' like, "What are you gon' do
With all these bands?"
I'm might cash out on a crib and feed my fam
Fuck the' niggas and these bitches
All the same

Fuck nigga, I got them bands
If I don't see you, i shoot at yo' man's
Bust down like I went to
Japan, when I be out, i show love to my fans
Push a button, tell 'em, "double
The cup", run on me, i'm-a wet the shit up
I got a hun-nit niggas
All of 'em tryin' to get it (let's go)
I know you not really with it (you not, man)
But, back to the subject, I
Got a hun-nit flows
So I'm worth a hun-nit more (bands)
I got a hun-nit hoes, they' on my Snapchat
Sending me Snapchats, but I'm
Where the cash at, i got a big gun
It's in my backpack, it got a beam on it
You better not try that
They' be like, "What you gon'
Do with this money?"
I ain't just a couple o' hun-nit
Talkin' money, go Dubai for the summer
Talkin' money, got me bus-sin' yo' mother
All these niggas, I swear they' undercover
They didn't know me
Wanna be me or something
Fuck these hoes, I done married the money
I was chose, had to come up with something

Push a button, drop my top, now I got bands
They' like, "What are you gon' do
With all these bands?"
I'm might cash out on a crib and feed my fam
Fuck the' niggas and these bitches
All the same