Bands By Shoreline Mafia
This ain’t a Milly Rock, this a money dance
And my *** ain’t hard, that’s a thirty in my pants
I got thirty of them bands, I’ma make a *** dance
And I’ma *** a *** *** ’cause he nerdy, she a fan
The molly either white or it’s yellow like some sand
If you need it, hit my line, know I got it, I’m the man
Oxycontin, thizzle, Xans, that’s what made me all these bands
Niggas talkin’ hella reckless so we layin’ all these hands
Bands, bands, bands, all I think about commas
Thirty in a forty, all I think about drama
I’m finna get this money, give it right to my mama
Playin’ with the chicken, you gon’ meet all the llamas
Bands, bands, bands, all I think about commas
Thirty in a forty, all I think about drama
I’m finna get this money, give it right to my mama
Playin’ with the chicken, you gon’ meet all the llamas
I need money, I need ***, I need drank (I need drank)
Niggas knockin’, ain’t a fiend and I’m straight (Man)
These niggas tellin’ stories but they don’t be who we think (Nah)
Talkin’ like he ain’t a *** but he lyin’ in your face (***)
I been bossin’ since a rookie, watchin’ niggas from the back
Smokin’ cookie out the pack and shootin’ niggas rockin’ black (Rrah)
P’s gettin’ taxed, I guess I’m back to sellin’ ***
Got a lick for couple racks, then tell a *** where it’s at (Where it’s at)
This ain’t a Milly Rock, this a money dance
And my *** ain’t hard, that’s a thirty in my pants
I got thirty of them bands, I’ma make a *** dance
And I’ma *** a *** *** ’cause he nerdy, she a fan
The molly either white or it’s yellow like some sand
If you need it, hit my line, know I got it, I’m the man
Oxycontin, thizzle, Xans, that’s what made me all these bands
Niggas talkin’ hella reckless so we layin’ all these hands
I sip big juice but you niggas probably knew that
I’m ridin’ ’round with two straps, I’m wavy like a durag (Durag)
My niggas see a lick, we finna hit it, niggas do that (Do that)
I cheated on my ***, I’m ’bout to go and buy a new bag (A new bag)
You niggas almost made it but you didn’t, ***, too bad (That’s too bad)
I’m cashin’, counted forty bands off the backend
What happened? Niggas talkin’ reckless ’til we spazzin’
Poppin’ it, my ***, you ain’t really ’bout that action (Poppin’)
Tell that *** to send them codes right now
I’m tryna get it, tryna get this *** gone right now, right now
I been juggin’ off these phones like how
*** how you turn a cool hundred to a light thou’, light thou’?
This *** regular baby, I swear to God (No cap)
No, you can’t compare with us, lady, yo, this the mob (***)
All my niggas ready like Freddy if it’s a prob (Grrah)
Chop a ***, now he spaghetti up in the pot
This ain’t a Milly Rock, this a money dance
And my *** ain’t hard, that’s a thirty in my pants
I got thirty of them bands, I’ma make a *** dance
And I’ma *** a *** *** ’cause he nerdy, she a fan
The molly either white or it’s yellow like some sand
If you need it, hit my line, know I got it, I’m the man
Oxycontin, thizzle, Xans, that’s what made me all these bands
Niggas talkin’ hella reckless so we layin’ all these hands
AceTheFace