Bands On Her - Uncle Murda, Tory Lanez, Stefflon Don

Throw a couple hundreds, touchdown at the goal

Say I’ll shake it down if I throw a hundred more

Say she ain’t used to it, she don’t go low

Throw a couple bands and you watch her hit the floor

Throw a couple bands on her, watch 'em land on her

Make me hit your friend, have her come and dance on you

I’ma throw these bands on you, they gon' land on you

Make me hit your friend, have her come and dance on you

She gon' bust it open without hesitating

She know not to keep a real nigga waiting (She know)

I’m a shooter, no exaggeration

Got a big dick, I’m intimidating (Ha)

Got 'em turnt up in the telly

They overage, no R. Kelly (Word)

If the bitch bad, I probably fucked already

This thug life and I’m Makaveli (Yeah)

Tell your friends, I’ll tell my friends, we could be friends for the weekend

Bitches just wanna live they best life, they impressed by the money we spend

(We got it)

Do something strange for a little change, tell your homegirl come do the same

Don’t be acting like you’re not like that, you know you like that,

don’t be ashamed

Ayy, niggas looking at us dripping, I’m watching them just watching (I see

y’all)

Bitches on us like eeny, meeny, miny, moe, we got so many options (Woah, woah)

I’m with Tasha and Tameka (Woo)

Tiffany and Alicia (Woo)

DMX, what they want from me?

I’m with Stacey and Keisha

Throw a couple hundreds, touchdown at the goal

Say I’ll shake it down if I throw a hundred more

Say she ain’t used to it, she don’t go low

Throw a couple bands and you watch her hit the floor

Throw a couple bands on her, watch 'em land on her (Woah, woah, woah)

Make me hit your friend, have her come and dance on you (Woah, woah, woah)

I’ma throw these bands on you, they gon' land on you (Woah, woah, woah)

Make me hit your friend, have her come and dance on you (Woah, woah, woah)

He gon' go down without hesitating

He know not to keep a real don waiting

If the don waiting, that’s money gone

Dick better be bigger than a leprechaun

He said, «Baby, can you keep it real for me?»

Be bae and not steal from me

I don’t care what the fuck you say

Just eat the cake, that’s sak pase

Money moola making Mitch

I don’t want you hard, I handle my biz

Niggas on my like I just caught the prick

I stay dripping like a patient who’s sick

If they hating, I’ma tell 'em, «Don't trip»

Load up the stick, then I just let it rip

Rick the Ruler, but the chopper on hip

Pussy little, so my ego real big

Tippy toes when I’m riding the dick

Vamanos, wrap 'em tight on my wrist

On my knees, let me juggle that shit

If they bummy, they ain’t part of the clique

Bitches old, but they moving like kids

Ain’t double tapping, but they preeing my ting

I don’t trust nobody, cutting my ting

Heart cold like it came from the six (Bitch)

Hundreds, touchdown at the goal

Say I’ll shake it down if I throw a hundred more

Say she ain’t used to it, she don’t go low

Throw a couple bands and you watch her hit the floor

Throw a couple bands on her, watch 'em land on her (Woah, woah, woah)

Make me hit your friend, have her come and dance on you (Woah, woah, woah)

I’ma throw these bands on you, they gon' land on you (Woah, woah, woah)

Make me hit your friend, have her come and dance on you (Woah, woah, woah)

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