Soulja Boy - Bands lyrics
rate me[Intro:]
All I rap about, nigga
Jewel shit, trap shit money, finessing.
Hook:
Brand new money,
That’s all I think about
That’s all I think about, huh!
King Soulja, huh!
All them bands,
That’s what I think about
That’s all I think about
That’s all I think about!
Money! Ching-ching-ching
That’s all I think about, uh
That’s all I think about, boy
That’s all I think!
Hello, babe!
That’s all I think about, ha-ha
That’s all I think about, ha
That’s all I think about!
Stacks, stacks all day
That’s all I think about
That’s all I think about, ha
That’s all I think about!
Swag about the whip
Fresh denim bitch, know a nigga rich
Ferragamo, bitch!
I done broke my wrist
I done smash your bitch!
Seven hundreds for my robbers is trash
Make another dv play, it’s like a nigga, no man!
They get it, they get it, they get it, they get it
Young nigga money,
Whipping, flipping in the sunny.
Rapping the bitch like a mummy
Feel this ripper through your tummy
All that they want is their money!
Hook:
Oh, bands
That’s all I think about
That’s all I think about
Money
That’s all I think about
That’s all I think about
Hella bands!
That’s all I think about
That’s all I think about
That’s all I think about
That’s all I think about
Stacks!
That’s all I think about
That’s all I think about
That’s all I think about
That’s all I think about
Swag!
You niggas swag, you drive a cat,
You’re sipping on...
I’m sipping on activist,
(Sip, sipping on activist!)
Money, rich game,
My wrist on my ice,
My neck on my ice
And I ride on a jet!
Young Soulija, Young Soulija,
I flex, finesse!
Running my check up
I need a check up
I’m sick!
My eyes on my wrist, the kiss
The diamonds and shit
Rich gave me my clique.
I ride in the roary, I holler tomorrow
I’m sending the shit in them hollows (hollows)
We hop like...
What’s fuck though?
Bills tomorrow.
Ripping, flipping with my hands,
Taking the trip to Japan,
Hella money in my hands
.. like I’m a fan.
Three wheel motorcycle...
Your girl, she say I’m the man!
Michael Jordan, Sean Cliv, Van Damme
Mixing the White with the tan,
Plenty pistols in my hand
Pack it, rock it, make your hand
Flying the dope, Peter Pan
Ready to say, I’m on fire, man!
Swinging the web like I’m Spider Man
Smoking the .. I get higher, man!
I think I can’t get no higher, man!
.. I think I can’t get no tighter, man!
Bluetooth, I can’t use no wire, man
I’m riding the fuzzy .. of my tire, man!
Hook:
Oh, bands
That’s all I think about
That’s all I think about
Money
That’s all I think about
That’s all I think about
Hella bands!
That’s all I think about
That’s all I think about
That’s all I think about
That’s all I think about
Stacks!
That’s all I think about
That’s all I think about
That’s all I think about
That’s all I think about
Swag!
