J Hus - Shawty Inda Bando lyrics

There's nothing I love more than a girl that's on her money [Chorus:] Oh, shawty inda bando If you knew what we do for the money She wanna grind with me, grind with me Na na na na Shawty inda bando If you knew what we do for the money She wanna grind with me, grind with me Na na na na Told my old girl I'mma be a star but she never listened Now she's burning, cuz' I'm on the television J Hus, Talk of the City No, I can't look at her twice Wait, look at her thighs Na, my new girl badder Plus she's a Hus like me, Hus like me Ain't no man that she trust like me And she be inda bando just like me Grind hard, Hus be a fly guy My new grub with my plug's doing guy-guy Pick up your rasclart phone What type of f**ery I stepped out the smart car Old shape Huaraches on Smelling like the danka's piff Shoutout my yardi don J Hus boogie dance, when I get my party on Ay yo, my yute, where you get your carti from [Chorus] [Baseman:] Lard, they don't wanna grind I put tine on my wrist I can't even tell the time, I need cream Them man can't trust me I'mma move like [?] Cuz I got my shawty inda bando, shawty inda bando She want ride with this n***a call me Django I told her if you get stopped by the feds Girl, you better plug the food between your legs And show some respect She said she's on my team Even got a gold tooth like me Want be my wifey I told Hus, and we're k**ing them Brown skin, sick weave, hair Brazilian Trap queen and she's all mine But f** with her, she gon' hold nine On the strip for the whole night But when that b**h gimme uckie I tell her don't bite [Chorus]