Bands (feat. Rich The Kid) [Remix]

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

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

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

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

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

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