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That's what's up, aye, aye, damn
Whip out the bands and whip out the cash
Man i'm just counting up counting the stash
They call me Tay K because i'm

bands to spread it out
That my pass time
We get bands now
All up in my bag yeah
Y'all ain't ever filling up no bag
That shit sad yeah
I rock with my demon

Shawty shawty shawty shawty
I pull up with shawty
I pull out my thotty
I pull out my bands
I pull out my stick
She gonna make it dance
Told me don't come

life, you don't understand
Had to boss up, take care of the fam Made the store run out of rubber bands

Come out the crib, I'm drippin' Cop me a deuce

If you talk down, you get walked down
Yeah I stand out, with the bands out
I'm the man now, yeah its hands down
Got the blueprint, got the plan now
I

like bitch, I'm the motherfuckin' man
This bitch actin' like this ain't
Eight thousand in my hand
Blow them bands, bands
We 'bout to cash out bitch, blow

mix designer with a little gold
Pull up on valet that’s how we hoppin out
Just another day we ain’t showing out
Throw a couple bands cause we got it now

but I ice out rubber bands, yeah
Louie belt, designer fashion
Twenty minutes, get that ass in

Bitches shoot me looks cuz I'm so handsome
Shawty held my

Hold up CMG called yeah they tryna close a deal
Watchu talking bout
Killer on the beat like I took its heart out
Bands for the shoes they ain't never

Kid Rock
Make a pit stop out for them bands, slipknot 
Got that drip drop
Now niggas mad, big hot
Still gang gang shit
Baby none of us flip flop
Loomi

I think we got a movement
Check out the bands on the wrist
You would think the boy 
Spent a couple bands on the wrist
Don't believe I got the juice

getting money
You should stop it
Hop in two door coupe 
And take off like a rocket 
Fifty bands, yeah
It's sticking out my pocket 
Fifty bands
And I'm

So we pull up to the scene with the mop out
Big bands in the kitchen finna hop out
808 in the club finna rock out
Glizzy tweakin run it up I'm gettin

crowds 
To sold out overplayed bands 
On their hands and knees 
Play the same song again 

As Lazarus lay out longing for scraps 
We'll help ourselves

after she finished tasting my soul
Whoa
Pull up in a foreign scurx off for no reason
Pull out blue bands snapchat for no reason
Hit up Cleos blow bands

(To rinse it out)
50 bands on me (It rinse it out)
Sippin’ that dirty (Feeling geeked up)
I ain’t even want her (Kicked her right out)
If you didnt know

gotta I gotta get to my dance
Na na na, na na na, na na
I'm in the spot and I'm throwing out bands
Na na na, na na na, whoa
Wait! ooh, balenciagas for

always had His hands on me
Laid out some bands for me
I'm talking grands homie
So I can't complain at all
I remember sitting on my bed with the flashlight

this shit man
Why would I wanna 9-5
When scamming paying out big bands

Why would I wanna
Why would I wanna
Why would I wanna

Why would I wanna live

Jans
All these fucking racks holding down my pants
I just spinned the block like that shit was a fan yeah, yeah
I pulled out these bands and they made

ride out for the bands
Got my foot up on the gas
Got the cookies burning and I may be swerving
And I'm switching lanes as I pass

Sometimes the best

out the bands and it's all blue
I ain't gon stress bout a bitch oh no
This bitch got kick and it hit oh oh

It's Louu
Do what you do
Spent all my wage

Watch me go pull out some bands
And watch me don't shake your hand
People think they got the tea but really they don't understand
I've been grinding

out
Bands be running through the trap house
Bands be comin through the trap house yeah
Bands be running through the trap house
Bands be comin through