BANDO Lyrics

Cartier Pesos that Cartier pesos

Uhm (heh), so like

You know when you stay on ten toes it be hard, cause

The real ones never make it, the reals ones

The real ones go to hell, and the fake ones you know they

They make it to heaven

Fuck it

Aye, Aye

Aye, Aye

Aye

What's a hundred to a thousand I'm a keep it G

Young rich nigga double C Saint Laurent from Yves

You ain't gotta lie just tell the truth to me (be quiet)

And truthfully, the syrup it was abusing me

Niggas claiming this and that, huh

Well I need the proof to see

In the bando in the trap

My niggas stay with a toolie piece

I'm a dog, he a cat

And my niggas no Ratatouille please (puss in boots)

I be gone off the meds

But now I'm so far than I used to be

I'm a dog he a cat (huh)You puss in boots to me

Nine lives start from scratch

And no we don't like Ratatouille cheese (Ayy)

Why they hating I got racks

So them niggas gotta get used to me

Balenciaga on my ass I came a long way from them Truy jeans

And my bitches stay true to me

And my niggas they came out the zoo with me

Rags to Riches sex money the badest bitches yes I got the recipe

Know some niggas no I don't gotta speak

They pull up on the kid, whip his head no knee

Had to put down the cup, I was leanin' too much

All my demons attached to me

Greg Lauren yah yah

My sweats is attached to jeans

Them 30s around me attached to beams

They keep frontin' we make em' evac the scene

Only designer and Benji and bitches

It keeps me attached to cream

If it ain't bout no money

Then you can subtract the dream

I got niggas livin' off the block

Them corners attract the fiends

Pay attention lil' ass boy

Cause the hate only add the gleam

My shirt cost a thousand say Destroy (Vivienne)

So much agony I'm starting to enjoy it

Please don't bring that sapping my way

All I do is keep it a G it's a thousand, But I multiply bank

Never could I ever fold on my brother (huh)

Or follow the blind sake

On the road ducking from 12 on the come up

Don't panic just tuck the supply mane

I think they onto us don't let run-up

Now we gone burn up on the highway

Why play with the gang we is not one of em'

Put down the cat on the driveway

No time for sleep gotta work til the sun up

Don't do it for clout want the guns and the butter

You would if you should if you could motherfucka

My eyes never close leave a fuck nigga done up (Ayy Ahh)

What's a hundred to a thousand I'm a keep it G

Young rich nigga double C Saint Laurent from Yves (Chanelly)

You ain't gotta lie just tell the truth to me

And truthfully, the syrup it was abusing me

Niggas claiming this and that, huh

Well I need the proof to see

In the bando in the trap (trap)

My niggas stay with a toolie piece

I'm a dog, he a cat

And my niggas no Ratatouille please

I be gone off the meds

But now I'm so far than I used to be

You puss in boots to me

You puss in boots to me

Bat outta hell

Straight outta hell

Highway to hell