[Intro]
It's a shutdown ting, madman ting!
What you talking about mate!
[Chorus]
38 bands in a day
38 bands in a day [4]
[Verse 1]
38 bands in a day
Is 38 bands enough (nah nah)
38 bands in a day
Tha peasant ain't shutting up (nah nah)
38 bands to my ma
U man ain't making enough (no way)
Taking all of your gyal
U man aren't s**y enough
Ha rah!
How he made a song about flossing
Why he made a buzz without dropping
How he taking hits without coughing
Why he feel the need to start popping
Why why why why why
I was born that guy
Made my money now
I live alongside
Man who make millions
Creators and k**ers
Owners and winners
Preachers and sinners
But what they don't know
I see bits of myself in them
And when I say flexing I'm not talking bout tens
[Chorus]
[Verse 2]
38 bands in a day is credible (err)
No bands for you when I take it all (err)
No guard when I take the ball
No block when I make them stall
No loud for you fam I smoked it all
No no I wrote these rules
I'm MJ I'm off the wall
I'm MJ I cross the fools
They really be talking bout stealing the flow
They wanna be winning but dont do the most
They want to see my p's
Pocket patting g's
Never trust the fiends
Never losing these
I just wanna be
What these man hate most
A confident, well-dressed, non stressed
Self made GHOST
[Bridge]
Waaaaah
I want a bentley and a car
Rahhhh
I want to be the next starr
Rahhhhh
I seen the stacks they look large
Arrrrhhh
Red notes brown banddddd
Bandssssssss
And when they pree seem mad
Maaddddd
Wanna tour sell out the stands
Standssss
Making music for the stanss
Stansssss
Shout to didas for the stansss
Stansss
[Interlude]
Nah, it's gonna be a ruckus!
Arhhh, everyone's gonna turn up on this bit!
Arhhh, front, left, back, right, centre!
Everyone man!
BLU! BLU! BLU!
[Chorus]
(Thirty-Eight sung melodically)