Bandz

[Intro: LunchMoney Lewis & Blac Youngsta] Hold my pants up Oh yeah I don't need a...just to hold my pants up I don't need a belt these bands they hold my pants up Yeah Hooooo [Hook: LunchMoney Lewis] 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 [Verse 1: Blac Youngsta] 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" [Hook: LunchMoney Lewis] 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 [Verse 2: Yo Gotti] 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 "its 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 its 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 [Hook: LunchMoney Lewis] 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 [Verse 3: Blac Youngsta] 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 [Hook: LunchMoney Lewis] I don't need a belt these bands they hold my pants up Hold my pants up [Outro: Blac Youngsta] Yeah, yeah And they hold my pants up yeah Yeah, and I got my bands up Killed this shit What's next?