Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song 100 Bandz , by - Tory Lanez. Release date: 21.04.2016
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
100 Bandz |
| Those niggas got bread |
| But it ain’t like mine |
| Hundred bands on you |
| Hundred bands on you |
| We top down in the summer time |
| Take flight when it gets cold |
| I put it down like H-town 'cause my cup full and I sip slow |
| All I see is this money, nigga |
| Can’t see a hater, got tunnel vision |
| Racks, all my true allegiance |
| Ballin' on 'em is my prescription |
| I’m about to throw up and grow on this shawty |
| Her boyfriend a broke nigga but she think he ballin' |
| Bands’ll make her dance so I throw it up |
| Hundred grand on the floor make you throw up |
| Nu Money-Money Gang make you know us |
| In a drop top Mazi doin' donuts |
| Know us, got my Louis shades on but I can see the money |
| And that white girl, she keep it comin' |
| Red bottoms and gold bottles, Louis XIII, that’s sneaker money |
| I put her on game but she breathe the money |
| But the game is meant to be sold |
| Make a nigga wanna spend a hundred bands, it’s magic on that pole |
| He ain’t got no time, baby girl, I got |
| Bunch of money on me, I got them bands |
| Baby girl you want come fuck with me |
| I’m in my section, baby girl, look sexy |
| When you fuck with me I got them things |
| And it ain’t no stressin', and it ain’t no stressin' |
| I might spend a hundred bands on you |
| Like it ain’t no conversation 'cause it ain’t no time for waiting |
| Oh no, I got them hundred bands on you |
| 'Cause it ain’t no time |
| Them niggas got bread, but it ain’t like mine |
| But it ain’t like mine, but it ain’t like mine |
| Them niggas got bread, but it ain’t like mine |
| Hundred bands on you, hundred bands on you |
| Now all she want is a real nigga 'cause she tired of all them broke niggas |
| 20 G’s on her chinchilla, my money new, it couldn’t get better |
| Them hoes watch, you a trendsetter, bitch bad, she a fashion killer |
| Head to toe in designer clothes, I got time for money, ain’t got time for hoes |
| Bankroll after bankroll |
| She got time, then I got a plan |
| Scenery you could Instagram |
| You ain’t taking flights, you need a better man |
| That pussy good I go dumb on it |
| Plus you keepin' it 100 |
| Summer time we 650 winter time we 700 |
| We gon' ball until we fall out |
| Buy some Dom P and pour it all out |
| Me and my niggas go all out |
| Got a hundred bad bitches like a doghouse |
| He ain’t got no time, baby girl, I got |
| Bunch of money on me, I got them bands |
| Baby girl you want come fuck with me |
| I’m in my section, baby girl, look sexy |
| When you fuck with me I got them things |
| And it ain’t no stressin', and it ain’t no stressin' |
| I might spend a hundred bands on you |
| Like it ain’t no conversation 'cause it ain’t no time for waiting |
| Oh no, I got them hundred bands on you |
| 'Cause it ain’t no time |
| Them niggas got bread, but it ain’t like mine |
| But it ain’t like mine, but it ain’t like mine |
| Them niggas got bread, but it ain’t like mine |
| Hundred bands on you, hundred bands on you |