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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Comethazine
Comethazine
Performer
Rich The Kid
Rich The Kid
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Frank Childress
Frank Childress
Songwriter
Luis Rodrigues
Luis Rodrigues
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Foreign Heat
Foreign Heat
Producer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Bands-bands-bands, that's a check talkin'
Take off your pants-pants-pants, bitch, ain't no time for talkin'
Watch me do my dance-dance-dance-dance, bands in my pocket
Come and get your mans-mans-mans, 'fore I up my rocket
Oh, bands-bands-bands, that's a check talkin'
Take off your pants-pants-pants, bitch, ain't no time for talkin'
Watch me do my dance-dance-dance-dance, bands in my pocket
Come and get your mans-mans-mans, 'fore I up my rocket
[Verse 2]
Pull up with a choppa, let it eat, aye
Yah, walkin', Jesus sandals on my feet, yah
Oh, talk with shiny gold all up on my teeth, yah
Oh, and I'm rockin' Goyard and Supreme, aye
Yah, pull up with the choppa, watch 'em freeze, oh
I got a shooter and he gon' take off his knees, aye
All it takes is two shots, watch his body drop
Yah, bitches on my dick 'cause I skrrt off the lot, ah
Aye, Skechers on my feet but I'm a rich guy, ah, yah
Cannot fuck with hoes 'cause they be picking sides
Aye, ice-ice-ice, that's my neck talkin'
Oh, and I'm rocking Goyard and Supreme, aye
[Verse 3]
Bands-bands-bands, that's a check talkin'
Take off your pants-pants-pants, bitch, ain't no time for talkin'
Watch me do my dance-dance-dance-dance, bands in my pocket
Come and get your mans-mans-mans, 'fore I up my rocket
Oh, bands-bands-bands, that's a check talkin'
Take off your pants-pants-pants, bitch, ain't no time for talkin'
Watch me do my dance-dance-dance-dance, bands in my pocket
Come and get your mans-mans-mans, 'fore I up my rocket
[Verse 4]
Way too many bands-bands-bands-bands, I've been plug walkin'
Run up on me, hit you with that fan, got the choppa on me
I might cash out on a Wraith, I got a plug on the way
Trap open servin' Jay, make hundred every day
Bank roll, bank roll, bank roll, walking 'round with the hundos
Rich Forever I'm the huncho, I got the cheese, nachos
You **** rapping for promo, I need a coupe not a four door
These **** talking to po-po, stuck to the money like velcro
Still got a beeper, she a real eater
Really nice to meet ya, that's your mamacita
Callin' my phone I can't pick up, walk out the bank like a stick up
She coming over and lick up, take her phone no pictures
[Verse 5]
Bands-bands-bands, that's a check talkin'
Take off your pants-pants-pants, bitch, ain't no time for talkin'
Watch me do my dance-dance-dance-dance, bands in my pocket
Come and get your mans-mans-mans, 'fore I up my rocket
Oh, bands-bands-bands, that's a check talkin'
Take off your pants-pants-pants, bitch, ain't no time for talkin'
Watch me do my dance-dance-dance-dance, bands in my pocket
Come and get your mans-mans-mans, 'fore I up my rocket
[Verse 6]
Oh, bands-bands-bands, that's a check talkin'
Take off your pants-pants-pants, bitch, ain't no time for talkin'
Watch me do my dance-dance-dance-dance, bands in my pocket
Come and get your mans-mans-mans, 'fore I up my rocket
Written by: Frank Childress, Luis Rodrigues
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