Bands Bussin - Tdot illdude, Young N Fly

All this work, all my bands' bussin'

Whoo

All this work, all my bands' bussin'

Whoo

Told shorty pop it for a hundred

All this work, all my bands' bussin'

Whoo

Young nigga winning like it’s nothing

Ooh

Young nigga got the bands bussin'

Whoo

All this work, all my bands' bussin'

Whoo

All this work, all my bands' bussin'

Whoo

Oh my, oh my, oh my Lord

Jesus Christ

Stacks on deck, all aboard

Counting cash on the floor

I am that nigga officially

I need a whip that’s from Italy

I need a bitch with consistency

I take a shot of that liquor

Bitch I’m from the

I found how to get to it quicker

And split it with all of my niggas

All of my bitches thicker

And shawty she roll up my Swisha'

One hunnid

Oh my lord

Christ Christ

All this work, all my bands' bussin'

Whoo

All this work, all my bands' bussin'

Whoo

Told shorty pop it for a hundred

All this work, all my bands' bussin'

Whoo

Young nigga winning like it’s nothing

Ooh

Young nigga got the bands' bussin'

Whoo

All this work, all my bands' bussin'

Whoo

All this work, all my bands' bussin'

Whoo

All this work got my bands' bussin'

Keep a bad one, tryna handcuff her

Fuck around I might just let her on my guap

Shit I think I love her

Hit it from the back with my Tom Ford’s cuffs

Rolling up a backwood, niggas trynna hover

Floating through the city, I’m a pretty motherfucker

Any bitch I ever wanted, I can hit it if I want it

If I really tried, if I gave these bitches time

But I be on my grind, no talk like a mime

And I’m really fly, you niggas just ain’t

We don’t fuck with nobody my squad just fine

Way yall dick ride yall should get a fine

Hating on a nigga take a number get in line

Bands on my mind, eat a lot of sushi

Japan when we dine, Kristi Yamaguchi

Skating down just left

Pull up at the crib and I’m feeling real good

I can see the Hollywood sign, hallelujah

Whoo

I can

The way that we maneuver

All this work, all my bands' bussin'

Whoo

All this work, all my bands' bussin'

Whoo

Told shorty pop it for a hundred

All this work, all my bands' bussin'

Whoo

Young nigga winning like it’s nothing

Ooh

Young nigga got the bands' bussin'

Whoo

All this work, all my bands' bussin'

Whoo

All this work, all my bands' bussin'

Whoo

Oh my, oh my, oh my Lord

Jesus Christ

Stacks on deck, all aboard

Counting cash on the floor