G-Side - Bandz lyrics

[Hook: DJ c*nta] Rubber, rubber bands round my wrist 'cause I'm making show money Fishscale in the pot, we be the sweet rock honey I won't lie, I get exotic with Mary I live life for the moment, that's what them old folks tell me I'm just trying to stack a mil, so I grind every day I'm just trying to stack a mil, I hit that block every day I'm just trying to stack a mil, I tote my strap every day I'm just trying to stack a mil, I open shop every day I'm a stunna! [Verse 1: DJ c*nta] What it is, what it do, dropping hits with DJ Lou[?] Flood the streets with this right here and then we hit 'em with the screw Flip it back, toss a stack, we're getting money over here Putting Huntsville on the map, we holds it down around here DJ c*nta motherf**ers, and ain't there another like me Had to drop my own tape, 'cause that ra-rap don't excite me VIP in the club with my eyes on a hottie Want to rub all on her body-wody, like a Maserati Hit the, hit the stage, chicke-chicken all talk Old bird up in the building, so we shutting down shop Ask not what the streets will get, but what you'll learn from the streets It's a lot of mouths to feed, so I be hustling Every day, like [Aye!] 'Cause in my night life, [Aye!] Gotta get this money If you don't do nothing, n***a, go on get your cheese up 'Cause every day my money re-up, for real though [Hook] [Verse 2: Yung Clova] With the Sweet, rubber band stacks, no card Fishscale, Pyrex, whip it, whip it real hard Benz coupe, drop top, what a lovely sight Bottle popping, dro burning, damn! I'm a astronaut I'm in an Aston Martin, b**h asking questions I ain't even talking, diamonds got 'em actin' A damn fool in this motherf**er Dapping, moonwalking so I glide in this motherf**er What the f**, the trap boys in the house tonight If you ain't getting money then your a** ain't grinding right Yeah you good but I'm hood plus my swag Gucci Don't even Dolce, I'm wearing Louie Every day, like [Aye!] 'Cause in my night life, [Aye!] Get this money, n***a! If you don't do nothing, n***a, go on get your cheese up 'Cause every day my money re-up, for real though [Hook] [Bridge: DJ c*nta] Bands round my... Fishscale in the... I won't lie... Y'all live life for the moment That's what them old folks tell me! [Verse 3: ST 2 Lettaz] Rubber bands 'round my wrist, Jumpmans on my kicks Marching bands in my trunk, watch my fans blowing kisses Superman in my spliff, couple grand in my piss And if I can't get that b**h I bet she leaving with my sis Want the money and the power, I stay away from them cowards I'm my own boss, b**h, you can keep your forty hours While them s**ers looking sour, I ain't got enough towels In the shower with two college chicks getting devoured Young executive, respected as the best at this Competitive and that's why I consecutively wreck this sh** I'm packing up my suitcase, headed to the UK 'Cause I want to get paid in a new place Every day like... Going hey like... If you don't do sh** at least get your cheese up 'Cause every day my money re-up...