Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song I Got Bandz, artist - Meek Mill.
Date of issue: 17.02.2015
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
I Got Bandz |
Don’t need these hoes, hundred racks to blow |
Nigga, I got bands (Oh no, oh no, goddamn) |
Let’s get this dough, run the world for sure |
I got bands |
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 niggas that slippin' |
You trippin', no fear, my niggas, we get it |
I’m looking down at the whole world through these glass ceilings |
And when I step outside bad bitches with me |
Back in my section twisting that la la, can’t let it stress me |
Wake up, fall asleep to Dizzy Gillespie |
Ba-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 veneers, I put rubies in my crown |
Count them stacks and blow them racks, niggas know who they around |
I got bands (Oh no, oh no, goddamn) |
Don’t need these hoes, hundred racks to blow |
Nigga, 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 |
Nigga, I got bands (Oh no, oh no, goddamn) |
Let’s get this dough, run the world for sure |
I got bands |
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 niggas |
I’m gon' throw that cash back, drop that on the real bitches |
Murder on that pussy, ho, I kill-I-I kill bitches |
You gon' get like every bag and every shoe if I deal with you |
Young nigga ballin' like I fuckin' hit the lottery |
You just want the money shorty, you ain’t got to lie to me |
All these niggas hatin' on me, know they wanna body me |
'Cause every time you see a nigga, I look like a robbery |
I got bands (Oh no, oh no, goddamn) |
Don’t need these hoes, hundred racks to blow |
Nigga, 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 |
Nigga, I got bands (Oh no, oh no, goddamn) |
Let’s get this dough, run the world for sure |
I got bands |
(Ooooh, I know you bitch niggas hate me now) |
I got bands, I got bands, I got bands, I got bands, I got bands |
(Ooooh, I know you bitch niggas hate me now) |
I got bands, I got bands, I got bands, I got bands, I got bands |
(Ooooh, I know you bitch niggas hate me now) |
I got bands, I got bands, I got bands, I got bands, I got bands |
(Ooooh, I know you bitch niggas hate me now) |
I got bands, I got bands, I got bands, I got bands, I got bands |
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 ticking, palms itching |
Minds tripping, tired of living, mad decisions, I’ll kill 'em |
(Ooooh, I know you bitch niggas hate me now) |
I got bands, I got bands, I got bands, I got bands, I got bands |
I got bands (Oh no, oh no, goddamn) |
Don’t need these hoes, hundred racks to blow |
Nigga, 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 |
Nigga, I got bands (Oh no, oh no, goddamn) |
Let’s get this dough, run the world for sure |
I got bands |