Bands

Yeah I want the checks want the money gotta flex again Shorty hit my line for the bands do not call again I just get my breesh then I'm gone, ain't no middle man Pull up to the hood they like "Damn we so proud of him" Oppas they just look they like "Damn here he go again" I see all the looks that I get from them niggas man They up to no good and I know that they plottin' man I got all these VVS on my neck and they shining yeah My ex thinkin "Damn he look good, I want him again" Hermès and the Gamo on my waist Imma stunt again They say that I sold it ain't that ain't no handouts and On the flight right to Japan I'll be there in the A.M. and Yeah I'm making bands type of shit that'll make her dance I got all this guala in my hands boutta splurge again Money keep on saggin' all my pants I look like the man Yeah I had to jugg and finesse ain't no more of that Numbers running up I like that keep on counting it Do it for my bro's cause I know that we eating and Yeah I want the checks want the money gotta flex again Shorty hit my line for the bands do not call again I just get my breesh then I'm gone, ain't no middle man