Bizzy Crook - Bands In A Depression lyrics

rate me

Champagne for the pain

Sunny MIA, fuck it, I’mma make it rain

Blowing money, you don’t wanna play

You the reason why these lil’ thick bitches getting paid

It’s how I think about you

Sometimes laughing, the champagne rule

Like bend it over, bend it over for me

Twerk it, what you gonna do with all this money?

I love the way you loyal to me

I keep on throwing hundreds say you never gonna leave

I’m out of cash and I’m slightly plastered

I’m still in the club yelling, “Fuck the last bitch like”

I spent all day stressing

Guess I still ain’t learned my lesson

My girl left last night so I’m in the strip club

Throwing bands in a depression

Fuck that, you can blame it on my exes

Fuck that, you can blame it on my exes

Fuck that, I guess I still ain’t learned my lesson

I’m in the strip club, throwing bands in a depression

I know this one girl called Danny from Miami

She said she wanna meet the family

She says she love me since my homie won a Grammy

And I told her it's the season and I know she understand me

And I know this one girl I call Stacey

I don't say her real name ‘cause her man hate me

Got me tricking so crazy, I ain't even hit it yet, she hit me with a maybe

Know this girl named Tara, white girl, she think like Takara

She work for Max so her makeup mascara

That shit be running down her face, my dick be running outta space like wow!

I spent all day stressing

Guess I still ain’t learned my lesson

My girl left last night so I’m in the strip club

Throwing bands in a depression

Fuck that, you can blame it on my exes

Fuck that, you can blame it on my exes

Fuck that, I guess I still ain’t learned my lesson

I’m in the strip club, throwing bands in a depression