Top Songs By YG
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
YG
Performer
Tyga
Performer
21 Savage
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
jetsonmade
Composer
Keenon Jackson
Composer
Samuel Ahana
Composer
Randy Holmes
Composer
Bigram Zayas
Composer
Xavier Martínez
Composer
Roderick Pusharod Bullock
Composer
Michael Stevenson
Composer
Bianca Landrau
Composer
Enoch Harris
Composer
Shéyaa Bin Abraham-Joseph
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Swish
Producer
jetsonmade
Producer
Bandz
Producer
DVLP
Producer
Xay
Producer
Patrik Plummer
Recording Engineer
Derek "MixedByAli" Ali
Mixing Engineer
Cyrus "NOIS" Taghipour
Mixing Engineer
Curtis "Sircut" Bye
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Brandon Blatz
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Nicolas De Porcel
Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
[Chorus]
Run them bands up, run them bands up
Run them bands up, run them bands up
Run them bands up, run them bands up
Spend it 'cause I'm up, ****, and what?
[Chorus]
Run them bands up, run them bands up
Run them bands up, run them bands up
Run them bands up, run them bands up
Thought we was fallin' off, you can't stand us
[Verse 1]
Whole lotta bands in my left hand
The pistol got a drum, I'm the band man
Whole lotta drink in my right hand
Long live Slim 400, the hype man
She know I got paper, she want to get her issue
Over a bitch, never act sentimental
Drop top coupe, this is not a rental
Pull up F8 Ferrari, fuck with they mental
Gentle as you open the door
Threw a hundred in the club, put this shit on Forbes
Beef in the streets come with these whores
The pussy so good it be starting wars
Oh, oh-oh, man, oh, damn
In Glock I trust 'cause it don't jam
I'm tryna run the bag up, she want to slow dance
I'm tryna toot it and boot it, she want to romance
[Chorus]
Run them bands up, run them bands up
Run them bands up, run them bands up
Run them bands up, run them bands up
Spend it 'cause I'm up, ****, and what?
[Chorus]
Run them bands up, run them bands up
Run them bands up, run them bands up
Run them bands up, run them bands up
Thought we was fallin' off, you can't stand us
[Bridge]
Big digits, Chrome Heart, bitch, spend it
Get wit' it, if I rapped it, I lived it
Big digits, whole lot of pretty bitches
No cap, not a snap back or a fitted
[Verse 2]
Howdy-do, muthafucka, it's the big homie
Different bitch every night, I am never lonely
Said she had a OnlyFans but she never told me
Said she a real squirter, now she gotta show me
Yeah, on demon, I don't play fair (Nope)
Get money and the safe sex in the air (Air)
Yeah, jumpin' off a bean, feel me everywhere (Everywhere)
I be livin' in the bank, you ain't never there
Yeah, clap-clap that ass like it's automatic (Automatic)
I'm obsessed with that ass, I'm an ass fanatic (Fanatic)
Put the pump to his lip like an asthmatic
And we still flip the work like a acrobatic (Flip it)
Yeah, play time, now it's break time
Yeah, two glizzy but I make time
Yeah, four hundred with them gang signs
If we talkin' millionaires, bitch, I'm front line
[Chorus]
Run them bands up, run them bands up
Run them bands up, run them bands up
Run them bands up, run them bands up
Spend it 'cause I'm up, ****, and what?
[Chorus]
Run them bands up, run them bands up
Run them bands up, run them bands up
Run them bands up, run them bands up
Thought we was fallin' off, you can't stand us
[Bridge]
Big digits, Chrome Heart, bitch, spend it
Get wit' it, if I rapped it, I lived it (BIA, BIA)
Big digits, whole lot of pretty bitches
No cap, not a snap back or a fitted
[Verse 3]
I run it up till I'm tired (Cash)
Went back to sleep and woke up to a wire
**** inquire, who been fuckin' me prior
Bitch, I been hot, Richard Pryor
Uh, it's gettin' hot in here
Got no time to drop a tear 'cause I hop in Lears
I took the P.S. lounge 'cause they stop and stare
I know these white folks wonder how we got in here
Uh, to the club and to the kitchen from the back door
Is the only time that I ever get back doored
****, the fuck you think I rap for?
****, you could see it on my dashboard
[Verse 4]
Plain Jane Rollie cost a whole half a ticket (Facts)
Worth eight figures, ain't no such thing as trickin' (21)
Should've been a farmer, I be chasin' after chicken (21)
Focused on the money, that shit come along with bitches (21)
No love for the opps, they get knocked out they britches (Pussy)
Jumped inside a box, spin the block till I'm dizzy (Pussy)
Fat transfer, if you act right I'll get your titties (Facts)
Fuck me in the car, I'm in a rush, you know I'm busy (21)
Drove out, fuck a superstar and make that bitch part of my roll out
Rappin' all that tough shit, then got his ass hoed out
You can't buy no ticket to my show 'cause they be sold out
Security wanna search us at the door but we got poles out
Bad bitch, got her ass out
You ain't really gang-gang, ****, you a mascot (Pussy)
Check my bank statements, you'll pass out
You need people like me to point and call the bad guy
Written by: Bianca Landrau, Bigram Zayas, Enoch Harris, Keenon Jackson, Michael Stevenson, Randy Holmes, Roderick Pusharod Bullock, Samuel Ahana, Shéyaa Bin Abraham-Joseph, Tahj Morgan, Xavier Martínez