Shoreline Mafia - Bands lyrics

This ain’t a Milly Rock, this a money dance And my d**k ain’t hard, that’s a thirty in my pants I got thirty of them bands, I’ma make a stripper dance And I’ma f**k a n***a’s b***h ’cause he nerdy, she a fan The molly either white or it’s yellow like some sand If you need it, hit my line, know I got it, I’m the man Oxycontin, thizzle, xans, that’s what made me all these bands n***as talkin’ hella reckless so we layin’ all these hands Bands bands bands, all I think about commas Thirty in a forty, all I think about drama I’m finna get this money, give it right to my mama Playin’ with the chicken, you gon’ meet all the llamas Bands bands bands, all I think about commas Thirty in a forty, all I think about drama I’m finna get this money, give it right to my mama Playin’ with the chicken, you gon’ meet all the llamas I need money, I need weed, I need drank n***as knockin’, ain’t a fiend and I’m straight These n***as tellin’ stories but they don’t be who we think Talkin’ like he ain’t a p***y but he lyin’ in your face I been bossin’ since a rookie, watchin’ n***as from the back Smokin’ cookie out the pack and shootin’ n***as rockin’ black P’s gettin’ taxed, I guess I’m back to sellin’ crack Got a lick for couple racks, then tell a n***a where it’s at This ain’t a Milly Rock, this a money dance And my d**k ain’t hard, that’s a thirty in my pants I got thirty of them bands, I’ma make a stripper dance And I’ma f**k a n***a’s b***h ’cause he nerdy, she a fan The molly either white or it’s yellow like some sand If you need it, hit my line, know I got it, I’m the man Oxycontin, thizzle, xans, that’s what made me all these bands n***as talkin’ hella reckless so we layin’ all these hands I sip big juice but you n***as probably knew that I’m ridin’ ’round with two straps, I’m wavy like a durag My n***as see a lick, we finna hit it, n***as do that I cheated on my b***h, I’m ’bout to go and buy a new bag You n***as almost made it but you didn’t, n***a too bad I’m cashin’, counted forty bands off the back end What happened? n***as talkin’ reckless ’til we spazzing Poppin’ it my n***a, you ain’t really ’bout that action Tell that b***h to send them codes right now I’m tryna get it, tryna get this s**t gone right now, right now I been juggin’ off these phones like how N***a how you turn a cool hundred to a light thou, light thou This s**t regular baby, I swear to God (no cap) No you can’t compare with us lady, yo this the mob (b***h) All my n***as ready like Freddy if it’s a prob Chop a n***a, now he spaghetti up in the pot This ain’t a Milly Rock, this a money dance And my d**k ain’t hard, that’s a thirty in my pants I got thirty of them bands, I’ma make a stripper dance And I’ma f**k a n***a’s b***h ’cause he nerdy, she a fan The molly either white or it’s yellow like some sand If you need it, hit my line, know I got it, I’m the man Oxycontin, thizzle, xans, that’s what made me all these bands n***as talkin’ hella reckless then we layin’ all these handssss.