text: Lets get it
  I got bands 
  Dont need these hoes, hundred racks to blow
  Nigga, I got bands 
  Lets get this dough, run the world for sure
  I got bands
  Man, Im in these streets its 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 
  Im 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, cant 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 veeners, I put rubies in my crown 
  Count them stacks and blow them racks, niggas know who they around
  I got bands 
  Dont need these hoes, hundred racks to blow
  Nigga, I got bands 
  Lets get this dough, run the world for sure
  I got bands 
  Dont need these hoes, hundred racks to blow 
  Nigga, I got bands 
  Lets get this dough, run the world for sure 
  I got bands
  Work, work, work, work, pose, makin work 
  I gave her Pauly D, Im a fuckin jerk 
  If we take all of these shots, we gon go berserk 
  Shut the fuck up, bitch, you trippin
  Really though lately dont like to do lots of smoke
  Lots of hoes down to blow 
  Vamanos, time to go, we gon go straight to the workin now 
  Now only my niggas I care about, fuckin round, bitch, you be carried out 
  Pharaoh nigga, high class 
  Selena at the cover, her booty, shine with your fly ass 
  Did you mean trendin top, Scott, La Flame, making G.O. chop 
  With a Russian, that model cop
  And make your bitch-ass look microscop
  Yes Lord 
  I got bands, I got bands, I got bands, I got bands, I got bands
  I got bands 
  Dont need these hoes, hundred racks to blow
  Nigga, I got bands 
  Lets get this dough, run the world for sure
  I got bands 
  Dont need these hoes, hundred racks to blow 
  Nigga, I got bands 
  Lets get this dough, run the world for sure 
  I got bands
  I got bands, I got bands, I got bands, I got bands, I got bands
  I got bands, I got bands, I got bands, I got bands, I got bands
  I got bands, I got bands, I got bands, I got bands, I got bands
  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 shits underwhelming
  Times ticking, palms itching
  Moms tripping, tired of living, mad decisions, Ill kill ‘em
  I got bands, I got bands, I got bands, I got bands, I got bands
  I got bands 
  Dont need these hoes, hundred racks to blow
  Nigga, I got bands 
  Lets get this dough, run the world for sure
  I got bands 
  Dont need these hoes, hundred racks to blow 
  Nigga, I got bands 
  Lets get this dough, run the world for sure 
  I got bands