More Bands

[Intro]

Damn, my bad

[Chorus]

Racks in my pockets, I count it up with my hands (Yeah)

Ain't no more talking, lil' bitch, I need some more bands (Yeah)

Switched up one time on me, now I need no more friends (Woah)

I done spent time on it, now I got my advance

Uh-uh, uh, huh, racks, uh, racks, uh, racks, huh

Niggas ain't talkin' 'bout jack, huh

Lil 'Go be poppin' out, black trucks

Swerve in my whip 'round the net, uh, uh

She like, "When I'ma catch you?"

I can't even think when I'm next to you

Think you should do what's best for you

[Verse]

Yeah, that's a lot, now she give me top

I remember I was down bad, I wasn't gettin' no guap

When I'm on the scene, no, she can't takе it, it's a lot

I just left the studio, was working on new drops

Now you on my dick, now you want mе 'cause I pop

Beat it and bring it in trouble, beat it and bring it in trouble, that talk

Fuck it, we already up, bitch, fuck it, we already tied the knots