Bandz (feat. Yo Gotti & LunchMoney Lewis)

Hold my pants up
 Oh yeah
 I don't need a... just to hold my pants up
 I don't need a belt these Bandz they hold my pants up
 Yeah
 Hooooo
 I don't need a belt these Bandz they hold my pants up (Yeah)
 Hold my pants up (Racks)
 I don't need a belt these Bandz they hold my pants up (Brr-Brr)
 Hold my pants up (Go-go)
 I don't need a belt these Bandz they hold my pants up (Woo!)
 Hold my pants up (Yeah)
 I don't need a belt these Bandz they hold my pants up (Hold my)
 Hold my pants up
 I don't need a belt them Bandz they hold my pants up
 I been broke all my life
 Now I got my Bandz up
 I just bought a new Ferrari and I chopped the doors off
 I just drunk a pint of lean just so I can doze off
 I got bad bitch out Toronto and she looking real thick
 She say her boyfriend don't like me
 I say he a real bitch
 I got a foreign bae, foreign bae,
 She just wanna strip
 I got a foreign clip, foreign clip,
 Glock up on my hip
 That nigga ran up on me homie
 I took him out by myself
 I'll do anything for you baby
 you know I love you to death
 Every time I fall in Louis
 They like "Sir you need a belt"
 I'm like "Hell naw lil bitch
 I got them bands I don't need no help"
 (Fuck naw!)
 I don't need a belt these Bandz they hold my pants up (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
 Hold my pants up (Whoa)
 I don't need a belt these Bandz they hold my pants up
 Hold my pants up (Let's go)
 I don't need a belt these Bandz they hold my pants up (Woo!)
 Hold my pants up
 I don't need a belt these Bandz they hold my pants up (Hold my)
 Hold my pants up
 (Facts)
 Damn, damn
 Damn near died buying this Gucci belt
 Thirteen with a Draco man
 He fuck around and shoot hismself
 When I met Youngsta, he said "Big homie I'm with you to the death"
 I told 'em at CMG we go to war we never ask for help
 Bandz on deck like a high school
 Blood on my chain like a Piru
 Vette motor and a Chevrolet
 Nigga wanna race, know I can't lose
 Whole squad blessed like ha choo
 Hoes swallow us like Hi-Chew
 I'm a little pummeled like, why you
 I'm a street fighter like Ryu
 Walked in the bank like "How, you?" (Hi)
 We get money, that's not a question, are you niggas dumb?
 Big ol crib in Beverly Hills
 But I know where I'm from
 They think a nigga ex drug dealer
 I went number one
 Street nigga a slash superstar slash keep my gun
 I don't need a belt these Bandz they hold my pants up (Yeah)
 Aye, I'm use a strap for that
 (Hold my pants up)
 Hi Homie
 I don't need a belt these Bandz they hold my pants up (CMG)
 Hold my pants up
 I don't need a belt these Bandz they hold my pants up (Alright!)
 Hold my pants up (For real)
 I don't need a belt these Bandz they hold my pants up (Woo!)
 Hold my pants up
 Hold up ho
 Bandz up
 Hold up ho
 Pants up
 Hold up ho
 Young and black
 Hold up ho
 And handsome
 Hold up ho
 I'ma burn
 Hold up ho
 Her top up
 Hold up ho
 Free my dawgs
 Her top up
 That's locked up
 When I take off in that Lamb
 You know we kick rocks up
 Go to war with me, you know you need your Glocks up (Brrr)
 Soon as you get rich
 You know them haters pop up
 You know haters respect haters
 You know they gone flock up
 That nigga ran up on me homie
 I took him out by myself
 I'll do anything for you baby
 You know I love you to death
 Every time I fall in Gucci
 They like "Sir you need a belt"
 I'm like "Hell naw lil bitch, I got them bands, I don't need no help"
 (Fuck naw!)
 I don't need a belt these Bandz they hold my pants up (Hold my)
 Hold my pants up
 Yeah, yeah
 And they hold my pants up yeah
 Yeah, and I got my Bandz up
 Killed this shit
 What's next?