Yo Gotti, Blac Youngsta, LunchMoney Lewis - Bandz lyrics

Hold my pants up oh yeah
I don't need ajust to hold my pants up
I don't need a belt these bands
They hold my pants up yeah hooooo

I don't need a belt these bands
They hold my pants up hold my pants up
I don't need a belt these bands
They hold my pants up hold my pants up
I don't need a belt these bands
They hold my pants up hold my pants up
I don't need a belt these bands
They hold my pants up hold my pants up

I don't need a belt them bands
They hold my pants up
I been broke all my life now
I got my bands up
I just bought a new Ferrari and
I chopped the doors off
I just drunk a pint of lean
Just so I can dose off
I got bad bitch out Toronto
And she looking real thicke
She say her boyfriend don't like me
I say he a real bitch
I got a foreign bih, foreign bih
She just wanna strip
I got a foreign clip, foreign clip
Glock up on my hip
Now a nigga ran up on me homie
I took him out by myself
Ill do anything for you baby you
Know I love you to death
Every time I fall in Louie they
Say "sir you need a belt"
I'm like "hell naw lil bitch I got
Them bands I don't need no help"

I don't need a belt these bands
They hold my pants up hold my pants up
I don't need a belt these bands
They hold my pants up hold my pants up
I don't need a belt these bands
They hold my pants up hold my pants up
I don't need a belt these bands
They hold my pants up hold my pants up

Damn, down to die about this Gucci belt
Thirteen with a draco man he fuck
Around and shoot his self
When I met Youngsta he said "big homie
I'm with you to the death"
I told him "it's CMG we go to
War we never ask for help"
Bands on deck like a high school
Blood on my chain like a piru
Vet motor and a Chevrolet nigga want
A wraith no i can't lose
Whole squad blessed like ha choo
I'm a street fighter like Ryu
Walk to the bank like "hi you"
We get money it's not a question
Are you niggas dumb?
Big ol crib in Beverly Hills but
I know where I'm from
Eight figure nigga and drug dealer
I went number one
Street nigga slash superstar slash
Keep my gun i don't need a belt these bands
They hold my pants up hold my pants up
I don't need a belt these bands
They hold my pants up hold my pants up
I don't need a belt these bands
They hold my pants up hold my pants up
I don't need a belt these bands
They hold my pants up hold my pants up

Pants up pants up
Young and black and handsome
Ima burn her top up
Free my dawgs that's locked up
When I take off in that Lamb
You know it kick rocks up
Go to war with me you know
You need your Glock tucked
Soon as you get rich you
Know them haters pop up
You know haters respect haters you
Know they gone flock up
That nigga ran up on me homie
I took him out by myself
Ill do anything for you baby you
Know I love you to death
Every time I fall in Gucci they
Like "sir you need a belt"
I'm like "hell naw lil bitch I got
Them bands I don't need no help
I don't need a belt these bands
They hold my pants up hold my pants up

Yeah, yeah and they hold my pants up yeah
Yeah, and I got my bands up killed this shit
What's next?