200 Bands

[Chorus: Bryson Tiller] I know you got plans, plans I see you makin' 'em, you makin' plans on plans Yeah, know you can do it with no man But at least let me give you advance Spend two hundred bands like this You ain't never, you ain't seen, seen bands like this, nah So let me show you, hands like this So let me show you, yeah Now put your hands like this, nah [Verse 1: Bryson Tiller, T-Pain, Bryson Tiller & T-Pain] I'm on some other shit, my cup is full of Ace She got a trunk that's full of bass, yeah She ain't paint the pretty on, it's stuck up on her face, yeah She wanna leave her city and come to where I stay, yeah She really a freak thе way she— on my, ayy, yeah Jump inside my 'Rari, cut up on thе interstate, yeah Right hand on her, ah, I can't wait to see the cake, yeah Steppin' out of my whip, you turnin' heads at the valet, yeah (Ooh) Shit, fuck else could I say? Yeah My shawty gettin' to the bag, dog, that's somethin' a nigga ain't used to Got her eyes on green, fuck a screen, fuck a Hulu You fuckin' up her plays, dog, she seein' red, no YouTube Broke nigga can't play it off, he stuck there, he glued (Ooh) I been rich for a decade and the shit still feel new (Ooh) I still ain't got on no jet plane, I'm savin' that for you (Ooh) I just got a new check, send a text, where you at? (Ooh) Two hundred on that, now that's a flex, where you at? [Chorus: Bryson Tiller, T-Pain, Bryson Tiller & T-Pain] I know you got plans, plans I see you makin' 'em, you makin' plans on plans (Ooh) Yeah, know you can do it with no man But at least let me give you advance Spend two hundred bands like this You ain't never, you ain't seen, seen bands like this, nah So let me show you, hands like this So let me show you, yeah Now put your hands like this, nah [Verse 2: Plies] Let me put you on some lamb chop shit, and off that Popeye's Tomahawk steaks and shit, won't do no Five Guys I like my bitch hood, know what I'm sayin', with a lil' bougie Got a theatre in the house, know what I'm sayin', we don't do the movies We ain't doin' Don Julio, we done stepped that shit up I put candy on her Benz, we had to wet that shit up We don't never take luggage, we just shop when we land When your bag big enough, you ain't gotta make plans Wake up one morning, you feel like you wanna slide, we go to Turks Wake up one morning, you feelin' a lil' saved, we go to church I remember bein' in public school, I used to eat free lunch Now a nigga wake up every morning and do what the fuck he want [Chorus: Bryson Tiller, T-Pain, Bryson Tiller & T-Pain] I know you got plans, plans I see you makin' 'em, you makin' plans on plans (Ooh) Yeah, know you can do with no hands But at least let me give you advance Spend two hundred bands like this You ain't never, you ain't seen, seen bands like this, nah So let me show you, hands like this (Oh) So let me show you, yeah Now put your hands like this, nah