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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Meek Mill
Meek Mill
Performer
Travis Scott
Travis Scott
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Robert Rihmeek Williams
Robert Rihmeek Williams
Songwriter
Jacques Bermon Webster II
Jacques Bermon Webster II
Songwriter

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
I got bands (Oh, no, oh, no, goddamn)
Don't need these hoes, hundred racks to blow
****, I got bands (Oh, no, oh, no, goddamn)
Let's get this dough, run the world for sure
I got bands
[Verse 2]
Man, I'm in these streets, it's been a long day
'Bout to sign this deal and throw it all away
'Bout to cop the crib that Dame lost today
Funny, look at them **** that slippin'
You trippin', no fear, my ****, we get it
I'm lookin' down at the whole world
Through these glass ceilings
And when I step outside, bad bitches with me
Back in my section, twistin' that la la
Can't let it stress me
Wake up, fall asleep to Dizzy Gillespie
Back, back it up and break it down
She gon' bust it on this dick
You gon' take her out of town
I put ice in my veeners, I put rubies in my crown
Count them stacks and blow them racks
**** know who they around
[Verse 3]
I got bands (Oh, no, oh, no, goddamn)
Don't need these hoes, hundred racks to blow
****, I got bands (Oh, no, oh, no, goddamn)
Let's get this dough, run the world for sure
I got bands (Oh, no, oh, no, goddamn)
Don't need these hoes, hundred racks to blow
****, I got bands (Oh, no, oh, no, goddamn)
Let's get this dough, run the world for sure
I got bands
[Verse 4]
Okay, I walk in this bitch
I fuck shit up, then I leave, ho
Pay your car note or get some money for that weed, ho
Forty-five hundred, blow it, there go double C's, ho
Might go throw a Birkin bag if you tell me please, ho
She gon' throw that ass back
Drop that on them real ****
I'm gon' throw that cash back
Drop that on the real bitches
Murder on that pussy, ho, I feel like I kill bitches
You gon' get like every bag
And every shoe if I deal with you
Young **** ballin' like I fucking hit the lottery
You just want the money, shorty
You ain't gotta lie to me
All these **** hatin' on me, know they wanna body me
'Cause every time you see a ****, I look like a robbery
[Verse 5]
I got bands (Oh, no, oh, no, goddamn)
Don't need these hoes, hundred racks to blow
****, I got bands (Oh, no, oh, no, goddamn)
Let's get this dough, run the world for sure
I got bands (Oh, no, oh, no, goddamn)
Don't need these hoes, hundred racks to blow
****, I got bands (Oh, no, oh, no, goddamn)
Let's get this dough, run the world for sure
I got bands
[Verse 6]
Ooh, I know you bitch **** hate me now
I got bands, I got bands, I got bands
I got bands, I got bands
Ooh, I know you bitch **** hate me now
I got bands, I got bands, I got bands
I got bands, I got bands
Ooh, I know you bitch **** hate me now
I got bands, I got bands, I got bands
I got bands, I got bands
Ooh, I know you bitch **** hate me now
I got bands, I got bands, I got bands
I got bands, I got bands
[Verse 7]
Lately, I been goin' crazy
Laughin', drinkin', find myself
In arms of different women, huh
Toast it, I need to use my cerebellum
Tried to tell 'em, cut that rap shit
All that wack shit is underwhelming
Time's tickin', palms itchin'
Mind's trippin', tired of livin'
Wise decisions, I kill 'em
[Verse 8]
Ooh, I know you bitch **** hate me now
I got bands, I got bands, I got bands
I got bands, I got bands
[Verse 9]
I got bands (Oh, no, oh, no, goddamn)
Don't need these hoes, hundred racks to blow
****, I got bands (Oh, no, oh, no, goddamn)
Let's get this dough, run the world for sure
I got bands (Oh, no, oh, no, goddamn)
Don't need these hoes, hundred racks to blow
****, I got bands (Oh, no, oh, no, goddamn)
Let's get this dough, run the world for sure
I got bands
Written by: Jacques Bermon Webster II, Robert Rihmeek Williams
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