Rick Ross - Bands lyrics

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Rick Ross - Bands lyrics

[Intro] Bandz a make her dance [x6] [Juicy J - Hook: x2] Bands a make her dance Bands a make her dance All these chicks poppin' p**y I'm just poppin' bands Bands a make her dance Bands a make her dance These chicks clapping And they ain't using hands [Verse 1 - Rick Ross] She sweet as my swisha when I know she get richer Take you shopping for hours just for my Instagram pictures Listen: bands a make her dance Mills a make me move For years I paid my dues, now I'm paid to wear my shoes Reeboks for the week, I rocks with the streets Over time to the bees, haters give em swish cheese If I gave em a jar he'd smoke powder for me Gotta pull double shifts just to count all my cheese [Verse 2 - Whole Slab] You want this money b**h? Come and get it ho Racks in the air, bands on the floor Now dance on the money, that's a money rug She got her titties be as shots and time to tuck She bad as f**, I'm turning up I'm hard in the pen Ya'll be bad dick and ratchet hoes, the whole Slab case Bands a make her, 50 make her f** That ice would make her bite That coup will make her s**) [Hook: x2] [Verse 3 - Lil Wayne] Pop that p**y for a real n***a Pull out my black card, that's my lil n***a Make a movie with yo b**h Steven Spiel n***a Smoking on Keish Cole, give me chills n***a What's your real name and not your stripper name I make it rain on ya like a window pane Bands a make her dance Tunechi make her cum Hit it from the side like a motherf**ing ba** drum Two hoes on one f**ing pole Two hoes on my f**ing pole I don't tip I pay bills b**hes call me buffalo Her stomach in and her a** out I'm flyer than the ones they pa** out If money grow on trees, I branched out I'm just waiting on my b**h to cash out [Hook: x2] [Verse 4 - 2 Chainz] 2 Chainz, four bracelets Let me see that a** clap, standing ovation (TRU) If yo girl don't swallow kids, man that ho basic Got two b**hes with me: take a shot at one ho, using her friend for a chaser (Bands a make her bust it) Buss it! (Let me see you touch it) Touch it! Money talk, you ain't got none, end of discussion! (Damn!) (Bands a make her do it) Do it! (Pocket full of money) Money! Young n***a gettin' head while tha engine runnin' (Errrgh!) Let me see you wiggle, do it for a real n***a (Yeay!) I be laughing to the bank, all you do is giggle Ballin' in my coupe, call it sports car Drop the top and freaky treat that b**h just like a p**nstar! [Hook: x2]