Young M.A - 10 Bandz lyrics

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Young M.A - 10 Bandz lyrics

[Verse] Pull up on a n***a like 'what's up?' That's the homie Eli in the cut f** a knot b**h I'm tryna get a buck And maybe later I come eat it out for lunch But right now don't got time the money calling She say 'what's that sound?' that's money talking Yeah you 'proach us that don't mean you get a portion Give me head, get out my office I ain't sh**, flush the toilet Never slipping, can't afford it Hoes only stick around if you supporting I tell these hoes I'm broke, now I ain't balling If we see a n***a on then we off 'em That's the Cuban take it off 'em, I don't want it We gon' point it, put his foreigns up for auction That's what happens, when you flossing That's extortion, get extorted Got them guns that make you nauseous And we shooting with no warnings Run Forrest, run Forrest, run When that [?] turn that boy to Forrest Gump Pulling out the pistol, make the pistol whistle Silencer up on that thing you won't hear what hit you Tool box full of tools, come here let me fix you I be with them Brooklyn n***as this the sh** they into 10 bands, 50 bands, 100 bands Riding 'round with a trunk full of contraband Got a little yellowbone with me counting bands We be f**ing time to time but she got a man See them women I be f**ing you ain't got a chance Last chick I had over she forgot her pants She was off that Henny and that Mary Jane She bust it open, had her moaning stroking with no hands This ain't nothing new boy I been the man Them dykes do it for it for the Instagram For the Twitter, for the book, for the flipagram See I hustle, I can show you how to flip a gram 10 bands, 50 bands, 100 bands f** it man, I keep my money in them rubberbands I used to keep the work in my underpants And prolly more weed in my other pants It's 10 bands, 50 bands, 100 bands I keep my money in them rubberbands I'm the rubberband woman (laughs)