Band$ Up

LETRA

Band$ Up

Hell nah, ni*** if you ain't watched, I'm slowly coming up.(laughter)
I thought you knew?
Ask somebody, ask them, ask somebotay
This how it is...
I'm the type of muthafucka that gotta have my own
I got to hustle for my own, and any man out there got to feel me
It ain't about milking off the next man, that's a muthafucking hoe
I'm a muthafucking pimp. I'm finna come up on my own
Imma get my own sack
I don't wanna be nobody worker all my life. I want my own muthafucking kilo
You understand me?
So that's what I did. Chaka a hustler, and I'm a hustler
So everybody understand it
Ain't no one man gon' stand in one spot forever
That's a sucka!
I'm a hustler, imma come up
So I took what little bit he gave me, and doubled up, and doubled up, and double up, and I been doubling since
And I'm gon' keep doubling until these niggas kill me, and that's that
Can I get a blunt?

Throw them bands up
Bands up x4 (Yeah)
It's 2 Ea$y
Put it in the sky

I'm a star, maybe off the block
(We did that)
Sold a car, drove it off the lot
(We did that)
Hundid bands star couple not's
Hundid drums make a body drop
(We did that)

I ain't into stuntin', but this song
I gotta show it
All I see is money, it's mine, I gotta blow it
Throw it x4
Aye ya y ya
Throw it x4
Aye ya y ya
Put it in the sky
Aye ya y ya.......
Put it in the sky
Aye ya y ya......

Throw ya, throw ya hands up
Throw them bands up x2
If ya can up
They can't stand us
We gon' play, you get ran up
Throw them bands up x2
Bands up x4

Pull up to the club
And the valet knew what to do
(We did that huh)
Them niggas is mad
And the women lovin' the crew
(We did that huh)
Went from the bank to the club
And I made a deposit (Uh Huh)
We put on a CD right after we told 'em
We got it
(We did that)

I ain't into stuntin'
But this song, I gotta show it
All that is money
And tonight I gotta blow it
Throw it x3
Aye ya y ya
Throw it x3
Aye ya y ya. .
Put it in the sky
Aye ya y ya. .
Put it in the sky
Aye ya y ya. .

Bands up, throw ya hands up
Throw them bands up x2
If ya can up
They can't stand us
We gon' play, you get ran up
(Throw them bands up x2)

Stuntin' life, with the lil' homies (Bands Up)
JB and Khalil (Bands Up), too easy
Palm trees and new whips (Bands Up)
Chandeliers and marble floors (Throw them bands up)
That private mansion life boy!
Yep, jewelry everywhere
Chill, baby girl, rock wit us
Let's get it!