BANDS ft. D.Gaines Lyrics

Baby sorry about your man yo

How you call him boo but spend his time with his friends though

He don't buy you nothing buy you nothing

I'm just saying though

I know that I'm the key, but what we doing about these bands, though

Bandz though bandz, though bandz, though bandz, though

Take him out your life and put me in It was the plan though

We can catch a flight to NYC and then Orlando.

I know that you a queen, but what we doing about these Bands though bandz though band, though

She's throwing up her hands yo

To flags a player down

When I'm speeding in that benzo

I don't be with square

Play no games

No Nintendo

Blowing on loud, plucking ashes out the window

Baby, where are you going wherever the wind Blows

She said that a man don't perform in the bedroom

I'm a beat it

Trigga Tre on the radio

Long black

Wow

Baby Girl

You ain't ready for

LIL, Terrio

How she moves to the stereo

Headed to the mall

For Michael Kors

And a little Vicky flow

A little liquor pour

Send a tab when you're ready girl

For

White linen sheets

I'm a freak, so we disappear

In her ear like

I waited all night long

Just to get you baby

Right here inside my home

Just to make you wanna stay

This dick can be your escape

So good it'll make you say

That you never wanna leave

Baby sorry about your man yo

How you call him boo but spend his time with his friends though

He don't buy you nothing buy you nothing

I'm just saying though

I know that I'm the key, but what we doing about these bands, though

Bandz though bandz, though bandz, though bandz, though

Take him out your life and put me in. It was the plan though

We can catch a flight to NYC and then Orlando.

I know that you a queen, but what we doing about these Bands though bandz though band, though

Work

Work for this money

We be in places

Every season it gets sunny

I hate to see you go

But love to see you running

Running from that

Ahhh

Can you keep a secret honey

I got Stacks and rubber bands

You know I made plans

So hit my phone when you land

I'm just saying

Welcome to Virginia

The City full of haters

Gun up in the holster

You know, I drive the latest

Spend the day at Ruth's Chris, and we don't tip the waiter

See, that's gratuity

You learn something baby

Top floor at the W

Let's burn something baby

Mesmerized by your eyes

Got my guys watching

And we don't do the front row

We in the Sky boxes

Got a couple bank accounts see I define profits

Got some bands in my pants

If the plans option

But shit

I scrambled like I'm Cam Newton

Baby sorry about your man yo

How you call him boo but spend his time with his friends though

He don't buy you nothing buy you nothing

I'm just saying though

I know that I'm the key, but what we doing about these bands, though

Bandz though bandz, though bandz, though bandz, though

Take him out your life and put me in It was the plan though

We can catch a flight to NYC and then Orlando.

I know that you a queen, but what we doing about these Bands though bandz though band, though