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(Hook)

Play wit bands, no drum major

Well connected, no phone cable

Got bad yellows, in out stables

We stand on table like it's our table

Got a few bottles, no babies with us

Hoes watchin', no babysitters

Pick the baddest one, I deliver

We slam-dunk-her, no bull shoot her

Got a pocket full of these Missouri notes

I'm spendin' shit like I'm done broke

Make ya bet, nine flat, nigga move faster than the same boat

I made ya play like a head coach

Got a few with me, it's Louie Tote

Livin' life, figure flights

We kicked up on a tropic coast

I double cup of that gray becoe

Peed on me nigga like Mexico

But I ain't shoot my own leg

I gas em up like Texico

In the vilt, blowin' that Mexico

That shit loud like an app on it

Apprentice niggas in my section, nigga

Ye can't stay in here if ye ain't stamped, homie

Y'all niggas ain't gettin' my money

I promised home but that shit's apparent

Talkin' bout you thumbin' thru it

But you still live with yo parents

I'm doin' great, doin' fine

Everything I got used my own dime

And the club life, it's show time

(Hook)

We play with bands, no half time

Walk inside this muthafucka

Pocket full of grands

I'm just thumbin' thru this check

I'm just playin' with these bands

I'm just playin' with these bands

I'm just playin' with these bands

I'm just playin' with these bands

Walk inside this muthafucka

Pocket full of grands

I'm just thumbin' thru this check

I'm just playin' with these bands

I'm just playin' with these bands

I'm just playin' with these bands

I'm just playin' with these bands

(Verse)

I play with bands like John Mayer

Rockstar my damn label

Y'all niggas tellin' fairytales

Straight fiction, Aesop fable

My syrup maple, my weed tasty

Ye got the flavor of the sweetest grapes

I'm king of everything, that's the rate

They rushin' me and I tell em wait!

You sell em hatin' and I show ye love

They'll hate ya back and what's fucked up

They all the while been talkin' down

And us real niggas been comin' up

Who wanna ? tryna ? game?

Been yung, been half fame, that lame shit

You tryna say, been no playa round this way

Go DJ, I play wit bands, ten bashed up on e-Bay

I'm still hood like a steel door'

Lean pole in my cold dream

I won't break and I neva fold

Countin' nothin' but hunid dollas

And you play around with that deuce noose

Them no. 9 like Rondoe

That poncho won't keep a drivin'

When I start lettin' them bandz go

Comin' outta her damn clothes

I'm Gladys Knight and Roscoes

I'm mad as Mike cuz my eyes loose

I'm outta sight with this cash flow

I'm Jamboo like Trae Da Truth

Straight air told, bands, nigga!

(Hook)

Walk inside this muthafucka

Pocket full of grands

I'm just thumbin' thru this check

I'm just playin' with these bands

I'm just playin' with these bands

I'm just playin' with these bands

I'm just playin' with these bands

Walk inside this muthafucka

Pocket full of grands

I'm just thumbin' thru this check

I'm just playin' with these bands

I'm just playin' with these bands

I'm just playin' with these bands

I'm just playin' with these bands

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