Lyrics:
the lights go down and
The band begins to play
Her soul drinks up the sound and
Her body starts to sway
When she dances she's like a wind
In a long tall grass
Tomorrow, tomorrow (tomorrow, tomorrow) the way we livin' today
Tomorrow, tomorrow (tomorrow, tomorrow) talkin' right now
(2 Chainz!) dreads hang
Tomorrow, tomorrow (tomorrow, tomorrow) the way we livin' today
Tomorrow, tomorrow (tomorrow, tomorrow) talkin' right now
(2 Chainz!) dreads hang
Kardashian
Way she make her ass jump like trampoline
I want bands, bands
That lil hoe she wanna dance, dance
People think they be my friends, friends
Fuck
a band to the cops
And they didn't see anything
Ain't you asking me why
A million is something, a million is something
Aye, aye
Bands will make her dance
can't dance, I'll tell you how
Wave your hands and take two steps
Grab your hips and slide to the left
Get all in your partner's face
Swerve
Losing friends like loose change
Whole family gone like bruce wayne
I'm different inna fight like two chainz
Demons and my vices on the food chain
hate me, I don't hate her
Shawty love me, I ain't make her
I don't want her, I can't save her
Cut her off like a taper
She got issues, call her fader
to talk shit (talk to her)
Blowing bands, regular day at the office (ooh)
30 and my 40, bet it make a nigga dance (bawp)
30 and my 40, turn a hater
amazing race with ted talk
Ima do my dance call it the plug and thot walk
I don’t want her I’m lying to you
I’m at the club I’m leaving with two
Listen girl
to that same
Song, it go: "Ah naw, naw, naw
Bands will make her dance
Bands will make her dance"
I was unfair, baby ooh oh
Tell me if I lie, I ain't gonna
whatcha got
'Cause I'm guaranteed to make you rock
I said one, two, three, four
Tell me, Wonder Mike, what are you waiting for?
Said-a hip hop,
stroking
And her ass so fat
Ima throw cash
Ima throw cash
While she slow dance
She just want bands
No romance
I'ma throw bands
While she slow dance
She
make my life wild
Counting Dem Bands yeah, Get Da Money yeah Dats Wat I Had 2 Do
Counting Dem Bands yeah, Real Boss Bitch Coming Through
U Wanna See Sum
Chainz! Uh, pull up in the rari, my ho beside me
It's a two seater, your bitch can't ride, ho I'm sorry
Let's get it jumpin', call it center court
(okay)
I don't dance (I don't dance) no way (no way)
I just take my Louis rag out and wave it round in the air
Take my Gucci rag out and wave it round in
(okay)
I don't dance (I don't dance) no way (no way)
I just take my Louis rag out and wave it round in the air
Take my Gucci rag out and wave it round in
shit you cannot ignore
All of this money keep coming in
This shit I cannot ignore (2 Chainz, yeah)
Balmain from my head to the floor
This shit you
Fuck up a check, fuck up a band
Stick to the plan, doing my dance
Keeping it fly, keeping it flee
Yuh (Fuck up a what?)
Fuck up a check, fuck up
Money man, money man
Hunnid bands, hunnid bands, hunnid bands
Play with me yeah you ain't get a chance
Hit a lick and we do the shmoney dance
You
to everybody
She aint never have nobody by her side dont worry baby you got me
Dont worry baby you got me
Dont worry baby u got me
All i need is one dance
went and found a motive
So I hit another party with my friends
We let go a couple bands
Make this bitches wanna dance for us
Shawty yeah she pop it so I
Take your baby by the hand
And make her do a high handstand
And take your baby by the heel
And do the next thing that you feel
We were so in
indica (Yeah)
Me and my boys in the club
Hit it for that back rub
All this ice, can I make her melt? (Yeah)
My neck never dry
Throw the bands to the sky
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