Run

Run them bands up, run them bands up
 Run them bands up, run them bands up
 Run them bands up, run them bands up
 Spend it 'cause I'm up, nigga, and what? (And what?)
 Run them bands up, run them bands up
 Run them bands up, run them bands up
 Run them bands up, run them bands up
 Thought we was fallin' off, you can't stand us (stand us)
 Whole lotta bands in my left hand
 The pistol got a drum, I'm the band man
 Whole lotta drink in my right hand
 Long live Slim 400, the hype man (hype man)
 She know I got paper, she wanna get a issue
 Over a bitch, never act sentimental
 Drop-top coupe, this is not a rental
 Pull up, F8 Ferrari, fuck up they mental
 Gentle as you open the door
 Threw a hunnid in the club, put this shit on Forbes
 Beef in the streets come with these whores
 The pussy so good, it be startin' wars
 Oh, oh-oh, oh, man, oh, damn
 In Glock I trust 'cause it don't jam
 I'm tryna run the bag up, she wanna slow dance
 I'm tryna toot it and boot it, she wanna romance
 Run them bands up, run them bands up
 Run them bands up, run them bands up
 Run them bands up, run them bands up
 Spend it 'cause I'm up, nigga, and what? (And what?)
 Run them bands up, run them bands up
 Run them bands up, run them bands up
 Run them bands up, run them bands up
 Thought we was fallin' off, you can't stand us (stand us)
 Big digits, Chrome Heart, bitch spend it
 Get with it, if I rapped it, I lived it
 Big digits, whole lotta pretty bitches
 No cap, not a snapback or a fitted (ah)
 How they do, mo'fucker? It's the big homie
 Different bitch every night, I am never lonely
 Said she had a OnlyFans, but she never told me
 Said she a real squirter, now she gotta show me
 Yeah, on demon, I don't play fair (no)
 Get money in the safe, sex in the air (air)
 Yeah, jumpin' off a bean for me everywhere (where)
 I be livin' in the bank, you ain't ever there (never)
 Clap, clap that ass like it's automatic ('matic)
 I'm obsessed with that ass, I'm an ass fanatic ('natic)
 Put the pump to his lip like an asthmatic
 And we still flipped the work like an acrobatic (flip it)
 Yeah, play time, now it's break time
 Yeah, too busy but I make time
 Yeah, four hunnid with them gang signs
 If we talkin' millionaires, bitch, I'm the front line (ah)
 Run them bands up, run them bands up (bitch)
 Run them bands up, run them bands up
 Run them bands up, run them bands up
 Spend it 'cause I'm up, nigga, and what? (And what?)
 Run them bands up, run them bands up
 Run them bands up, run them bands up
 Run them bands up, run them bands up
 Thought we was fallin' off, you can't stand us (stand us)
 Big digits, Chrome Heart, big spendin' (uh)
 Get with it, if I rapped it, I lived it (BIA, BIA)
 Big digits, whole lotta pretty bitches (uh)
 No cap, not a snapback or a fitted
 I run it up 'til I'm tired (yes)
 Went back to sleep and woke up to a wire
 Niggas inquire who been fuckin' me prior
 Bitch, I been hot, Richard Pryor, uh
 It's gettin' hot in here
 Ain't no talent, drop a tear 'cause I hope in Lears (Skrrt)
 I took the P.S. lounge 'cause they stop and stare
 I know these white folks wonder how we got in here, uh
 Took the club and the kitchen from the backdoor
 It's the only time that I ever get backdoored (rrah)
 Nigga, the fuck you think I rap for?
 Nigga, you could see it on my dashboard
 Plain Jane Rollie cost a whole half a ticket (facts)
 Worth eight figures, ain't no such thing as trickin' (21)
 Should've been a farmer, I be chasin' after chicken (21)
 Focused on the money, that shit come along with bitches (21)
 No love for the opps, they get knocked out their britches (pussy)
 Jump inside the box, spin the block 'til I'm dizzy (pussy)
 Fat transfer, if you ain't right, I get your titties (fat)
 Fuck me in the car, I'm in a rush, you know I'm busy (21)
 Drove out, fuck a superstar and made that bitch part of my rollout
 Rappin' all that tough shit done got his ass hoe'd out
 You can't buy no ticket to my show 'cause they be sold out
 Security wanna search us at the door when we got poles out (21)
 Bad bitch got her ass out
 You ain't really, "Gang, gang," nigga, you a mascot (pussy)
 Check my bank statements, you a pass out
 You need people like me to point and call the bad guy