Travis Scott, Meek Mill - Bandz lyrics
Travis Scott [Jacques Bermon Webster II] Houston, Texas, U.S. 🇺🇸
Meek Mill [Robert Rihmeek Williams] Philadelphia, Pennsylvania, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Travis Scott, Meek Mill - Bandz lyrics]
I got bands (Oh no, oh no, goddamn)
Don't need these hoes, hundred racks to blow
Nigga, I got bands (Oh no, oh no, goddamn)
Let's get this dough, run the world for sure
I got bands
Man, 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 today
Funny look at them niggas that slippin'
You trippin', no fear, my niggas, we get it
I'm looking down at the whole
World through these glass ceilings
And when I step outside bad bitches with me
Back in my section twisting that la la
Can't let it stress me
Wake up, fall asleep to Dizzy Gillespie
Ba back it up and break it down
She gon' bust it on this dick you
Gon' take her out of town
I put ice in my veneers
I put rubies in my crown
Count them stacks and blow them racks
Niggas know who they around
I got bands (Oh no, oh no, goddamn)
Don't need these hoes, hundred racks to blow
Nigga, I got bands (Oh no, oh no, goddamn)
Let's get this dough, run the world for sure
I got bands (Oh no, oh no, goddamn)
Don't need these hoes, hundred racks to blow
Nigga, I got bands (Oh no, oh no, goddamn)
Let's get this dough, run the world for sure
I got bands
Okay, I walk in this bitch I
Fuck shit up then I leave, ho
Pay your car note or get
Some money for that weed, ho
Forty-five hundred, blow it, there
Go double C's, ho
Might go throw a birkin bag
If you tell me please, ho
She gon' throw that ass back
Drop that on them real niggas
I'm gon' throw that cash back
Drop that on the real bitches
Murder on that pussy, ho
I kill-I I kill bitches
You gon' get like every bag and every
Shoe if I deal with you
Young nigga ballin' like I
Fuckin' hit the lottery
You just want the money shorty
You ain't got to lie to me
All these niggas hatin' on me
Know they wanna body me
'Cause every time you see a nigga
I look like a robbery
I got bands (Oh no, oh no, goddamn)
Don't need these hoes, hundred racks to blow
Nigga, I got bands (Oh no, oh no, goddamn)
Let's get this dough, run the world for sure
I got bands (Oh no, oh no, goddamn)
Don't need these hoes, hundred racks to blow
Nigga, I got bands (Oh no, oh no, goddamn)
Let's get this dough, run the world for sure
I got bands
(O-o-o oh
I know you bitch niggas hate me now)
I got bands, I got bands, I
Got bands, I got bands, i got bands
(O-o-o oh
I know you bitch niggas hate me now)
I got bands, I got bands, I
Got bands, I got bands, i got bands
(O-o-o oh
I know you bitch niggas hate me now)
I got bands, I got bands, I
Got bands, I got bands, i got bands
(O-o-o oh
I know you bitch niggas hate me now)
I got bands, I got bands, I
Got bands, I got bands, i got bands
Lately, I been goin' crazy
Laughin', drinkin', find myself in
Arms of different women, huh
Toast it, I need to use my cerebellum
Tried to tell 'em cut that rap shit
All that wack shit is underwhelming
Time's ticking, palms itching
Minds tripping, tired of
Living, mad decisions, i'll kill 'em
(O-o-o oh
I know you bitch niggas hate me now)
I got bands, I got bands, I
Got bands, I got bands, i got bands
I got bands (Oh no, oh no, goddamn)
Don't need these hoes, hundred racks to blow
Nigga, I got bands (Oh no, oh no, goddamn)
Let's get this dough, run the world for sure
I got bands (Oh no, oh no, goddamn)
Don't need these hoes, hundred racks to blow
Nigga, I got bands (Oh no, oh no, goddamn)
Let's get this dough, run the world for sure
I got bands
Don't need these hoes, hundred racks to blow
Nigga, I got bands (Oh no, oh no, goddamn)
Let's get this dough, run the world for sure
I got bands
Man, 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 today
Funny look at them niggas that slippin'
You trippin', no fear, my niggas, we get it
I'm looking down at the whole
World through these glass ceilings
And when I step outside bad bitches with me
Back in my section twisting that la la
Can't let it stress me
Wake up, fall asleep to Dizzy Gillespie
Ba back it up and break it down
She gon' bust it on this dick you
Gon' take her out of town
I put ice in my veneers
I put rubies in my crown
Count them stacks and blow them racks
Niggas know who they around
I got bands (Oh no, oh no, goddamn)
Don't need these hoes, hundred racks to blow
Nigga, I got bands (Oh no, oh no, goddamn)
Let's get this dough, run the world for sure
I got bands (Oh no, oh no, goddamn)
Don't need these hoes, hundred racks to blow
Nigga, I got bands (Oh no, oh no, goddamn)
Let's get this dough, run the world for sure
I got bands
Okay, I walk in this bitch I
Fuck shit up then I leave, ho
Pay your car note or get
Some money for that weed, ho
Forty-five hundred, blow it, there
Go double C's, ho
Might go throw a birkin bag
If you tell me please, ho
She gon' throw that ass back
Drop that on them real niggas
I'm gon' throw that cash back
Drop that on the real bitches
Murder on that pussy, ho
I kill-I I kill bitches
You gon' get like every bag and every
Shoe if I deal with you
Young nigga ballin' like I
Fuckin' hit the lottery
You just want the money shorty
You ain't got to lie to me
All these niggas hatin' on me
Know they wanna body me
'Cause every time you see a nigga
I look like a robbery
I got bands (Oh no, oh no, goddamn)
Don't need these hoes, hundred racks to blow
Nigga, I got bands (Oh no, oh no, goddamn)
Let's get this dough, run the world for sure
I got bands (Oh no, oh no, goddamn)
Don't need these hoes, hundred racks to blow
Nigga, I got bands (Oh no, oh no, goddamn)
Let's get this dough, run the world for sure
I got bands
(O-o-o oh
I know you bitch niggas hate me now)
I got bands, I got bands, I
Got bands, I got bands, i got bands
(O-o-o oh
I know you bitch niggas hate me now)
I got bands, I got bands, I
Got bands, I got bands, i got bands
(O-o-o oh
I know you bitch niggas hate me now)
I got bands, I got bands, I
Got bands, I got bands, i got bands
(O-o-o oh
I know you bitch niggas hate me now)
I got bands, I got bands, I
Got bands, I got bands, i got bands
Lately, I been goin' crazy
Laughin', drinkin', find myself in
Arms of different women, huh
Toast it, I need to use my cerebellum
Tried to tell 'em cut that rap shit
All that wack shit is underwhelming
Time's ticking, palms itching
Minds tripping, tired of
Living, mad decisions, i'll kill 'em
(O-o-o oh
I know you bitch niggas hate me now)
I got bands, I got bands, I
Got bands, I got bands, i got bands
I got bands (Oh no, oh no, goddamn)
Don't need these hoes, hundred racks to blow
Nigga, I got bands (Oh no, oh no, goddamn)
Let's get this dough, run the world for sure
I got bands (Oh no, oh no, goddamn)
Don't need these hoes, hundred racks to blow
Nigga, I got bands (Oh no, oh no, goddamn)
Let's get this dough, run the world for sure
I got bands