[Intro]
Yeah
Let the band play (Bitch)

[Verse]
Ballin' on a bad day (Bad day)
I don't give a fuck, n***a, I'ma let them bands play
I keep money on me everyday (Racks)
Choppa with a drum, I'ma beat it 'til the band break
Bitch I'm the shit, you can look at my wrist
I'ma kick that ho out, give a fuck what your friends say (Bitch)
Got this shit up to the roof, I've been smokin' too much exotics
Got a pound in the ashtray
Don't give a fuck 'bout your partner
Knock it up, $100,000 in his face, n***a, and it's on a bad day
Spend too much money on diamonds, I can call Johnny Dang on the phone, he'll tell you what that bag weigh
I know these n***as don't like me, but they gon' respect it
'Cause I'll drop a bag on your whole gang (bitch)
She said she fucked me, I 'on't even know that ho name
Made these hoes stand in line, just like the Soul Train
Fuckin' on two best friends and they go both ways
Bitch you ain't slick, no you still in your whole phase
Bitch, I ain't polite, slam a door in a hoe face
Let them bands hit em', let them bands hit em' long-range
My uncle got good crack like Peewee Longway
Pull up to the spot, sellin' bags in my OJs
White T-shirt and a fitted like the old days
Took the glove off, diamonds hittin' like I'm old J
Got tried of countin' money, had to take a smoke break
Thousand dollars, hit it once, I threw in a ho face
Bitch, I'm on some rich shit (Rich shit)
Took that bitch to Bora Bora with a bunch of bad models
She said she a freak bitch (Freak bitch)
Put your pussy lips on live, I'll give that ho a thousand dollars
These n***as can't stand a young n***a 'cause they can't count us out
They know we havin' (Havin')
Pull up to your hood like Boyz N The Hood and hop out that bitch
N***a, what's happenin'? (What's happenin'?)
N***a, stop all that cappin'
Before you get hit with this stick like Madden (Uh)
Your bitch and her friends at the crib, got them hoes naked in the spot like magic
They think we trappin', we rappin'
But we'll still serve you some, pull up and grab it (come on)
MAC and Margeilas in the box in the mail 'cause I spend a lot of money on fashion (on god)
I just spend a lot of money on diamonds, too
I don't pay with cash 'cause I 'on't like plastic
I don' fucked a lotta ratchet hoes, I ain't gon' trip
I'm the same young n***a that had holes in his mattress
Bands are too high right now, I'ma let the bands play, I'ma let the bands hit em' (hit em')
This n***a say he a hitter, but I ain't trippin' 'cause I know some killas
Made that ho suck my dick with a new lip filler
Got a bitch from the hood around a lotta rich n***as
We ain't stealin' none, 'cause we a bunch of rich n***as (rich n***as)
[Outro]
Bitch