Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Bandz , by - Zuse. Song from the album Bullet 2: Banana Clip, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 14.07.2016
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Valor
Song language: English
Bandz |
| I just pour a four and pop me a zan |
| Pop a Perc and then throw me a band |
| All this money comin', all this money goin' |
| Flick of the wrist, I be switchin' my hand |
| Money comin' to me, nigga you rare |
| Steppin' on the work, you watch when I dance |
| Money over bitches, all about the riches |
| What you gon' do when you run out of cash? |
| Magic City, posted up with my crew |
| Pocket rocket fittin' all in my shoe |
| Run up on me and you know they all blue |
| Ferragamo on me and Jimmy Choo |
| VVS, you niggas ain’t got a clue |
| Muddy water got a nigga on glue |
| You already know what I came to do |
| Throwin' on these bitches like whew |
| I just want the money, fuck fame (?) |
| I just want the lean, pop a zan bag |
| I’ma make a movie, I ain’t playin' bae |
| I don’t need everything but a red bag |
| And bitch I’m Durk and I’m fuckin' up my main bae |
| I hit the hood in a two seater |
| But the city ride with the gang bangers and you know they ridin' with her |
| I did the (?), I did the set |
| I grip it designer so somebody help |
| I ride with my niggas through good and whatever |
| In the club with the hammer |
| Life is a gamble so test, test |
| Hit those gymnastics, get stretched |
| These bitches’ll go if you let 'em |
| These bitches don’t sweat 'em |
| I’m ridin' with gang |
| I just pour a four and pop me a zan |
| Pop a Perc and then throw me a band |
| All this money comin', all this money goin' |
| Flick of the wrist, I be switchin' my hand |
| Money comin' to me, nigga you rare |
| Steppin' on the work, you watch when I dance |
| Money over bitches, all about the riches |
| What you gon' do when you run out of cash? |
| Magic City, posted up with my crew |
| Pocket rocket fittin' all in my shoe |
| Run up on me and you know they all blue |
| Ferragamo on me and Jimmy Choo |
| VVS, you niggas ain’t got a clue |
| Muddy water got a nigga on glue |
| You already know what I came to do |
| Throwin' on these bitches like whew |
| Mommy was a bad girl, skin tone mocha |
| I pull up in Rari, she pull off in the Rover |
| Talk for a minute, mix the Henny with the soda |
| Hit it in the back seat, all up in that chocha |
| G’s in the purse, she be poppin' all the percs |
| Send her out of town she be movin' all the work |
| If a nigga violate her, I’ma put him in the dirt |
| Shorty got a body, you the baddest on earth |
| Mommy is a diva, dope rock sneakers |
| And we on the loud, smokin' like Khalifa |
| Sippin' on the lean, cream soda by the liter |
| Hundred karat diamonds and my chain got a freezer |
| You askin' bout me they gon' say I’m the man |
| Came to your city, your girl was a fan |
| Summer Miami, we fucked on the sand |
| Hit king of diamond I’m throwin' those bands |
| I just pour a four and pop me a zan |
| Pop a Perc and then throw me a band |
| All this money comin', all this money goin' |
| Flick of the wrist, I be switchin' my hand |
| Money comin' to me, nigga you rare |
| Steppin' on the work, you watch when I dance |
| Money over bitches, all about the riches |
| What you gon' do when you run out of cash? |
| Magic City, posted up with my crew |
| Pocket rocket fittin' all in my shoe |
| Run up on me and you know they all blue |
| Ferragamo on me and Jimmy Choo |
| VVS, you niggas ain’t got a clue |
| Muddy water got a nigga on glue |
| You already know what I came to do |
| Throwin' on these bitches like whew |