[Intro]
Uh

[Chorus]
You dig what I'm sayin'?
If they all hundreds, I'ma count it fast, yeah
Wanted money, I couldn't enjoy a class
I'm a big old player, I got it from my dad, hey
Lil' mama dig what I'm sayin'
Keep it funky like an egg and you'll never land
All my n***as, they don't play, they all want them bands
My son a boss, he a lil' bitty motherfuckin' man
I go crazy, I go brazy for these fuckin' bands
Fuck a lady, I replace her for these fuckin' bands
He so crazy, I'm not lazy, I want fuckin' bands, yeah, ah

[Verse 1]
I'm a boss, fuck that bitch out on the balcony
I might take a picture and tell 'em to caption this
When I'm done fingerin', I need a napkin, shit
Ochocinco, yes, sir, I'm catchin' it
Catch it, catch, catch it, catch it, catch it, catch it, yeah
I'll take your necklace, I'll leave you neckless
I might not be cussin', but I ain't bluffin'
N***as want problems, it's not nothin'
I'm screamin' bring it on like Gabrielle
I'm a real big dog, I don't kiss and tell
Hell, first you want it, then second, you pale, yeah
Don't think he quick, he pulled up like a snail
Oh, water in his eyes, I let that sucker go
And I forgot to tell her that you a po'
I'm not doin' a twenty-year sentence 'bout you, you a ho
[Chorus]
But do you dig what I'm sayin'?
If they all hundreds, I'ma count it fast, yeah
Wanted money, I couldn't enjoy a class
I'm a big old player, I got it from my dad, hey
Lil' mama dig what I'm sayin'
Keep it funky like an egg and you'll never land
All my n***as, they don't play, they all want them bands
My son a boss, he a lil' bitty motherfuckin' man
I go crazy, I go brazy for these fuckin' bands
Fuck a lady, I replace her for these fuckin' bands
He so crazy, I'm not lazy, I want fuckin' bands, yeah, ah

[Verse 2]
Yes, sir, baby, yes, sir
Take her, n***a, flex her
I burn her while you turnin' her up
And I got on Chucks, but Young Thugger not stuck
Swear, swear, swear, I swear on slime, n***a
You break a rule on him or her, you get fined, n***a
These n***as know I run it up, so they don't try it, n***a
I might screw your bitch with my broke pliers, n***a
Hell, yeah, all my cars, they gon' fishtail (Skrrt)
Hell, yeah, I'm YSL 'til I'm dead and pale (Skrrt)
Kick you n***as gettin' money slow just like a snail
I told her the mail is how they send them bales
I can never be him, but you can wish me well
I came a long way from shoppin' at clearance sales
She let me cum in her hair just like some gel
I'm a real Blood, I know you smell and dig what I'm sayin'
[Chorus]
If they all hundreds, I'ma count it fast, yeah
Wanted money, I couldn't enjoy a class
I'm a big old player, I got it from my dad, hey
Lil' mama dig what I'm sayin'
Keep it funky like an egg and you'll never land
All my n***as, they don't play, they all want them bands
My son a boss, he a lil' bitty motherfuckin' man (What?)
I go crazy, I go brazy for these fuckin' bands (Brazy)
Fuck a lady, I replace her for these fuckin' bands (Hey)
He so crazy, I'm not lazy, I want fuckin' bands, yeah (Hahaha)

[Outro]
Oh my God
Keep that, let me hear it