Talkin Bands Lyrics

AYYYYY

What's going on, fam

Fucking with you, Johnny D, man

What's wrong with these niggas, man

Ayy, fam, man

What the fuck is that

Make way, bitch

Make way

Every time you see me, man

I'm polo to the socks

With some cartiers

And a dumb ass wristwatch

You know that I done copped

You know that I got knots

Man, you know that I got knots

I'm headed to the top

I'm talking pocket full of money

Spending bands for my fits

Man, my name is bankroll

But I'm mr. take your bitch

You know that I done copped

You know that I got knots

Man, you know that I got knots

I'm headed to the top

I'm talking polo, polo, polo

It's nothing else to expect

Man, yo, fits

Turning heads or my fits

Breaking necks

I got a squad full of gorillas

But no hairs on our chest

Now niggas wanna fight me

Because of my outfit

I'm talking Mars, Mars, Mars

You know that I couldn't lose

I'm the freshest kid walking

Man, my fits done made the news

I could've paid your rent

But I went and got some shoes

Now haters at my neck

So it's time to get the tools

I'm talking Cartier, Cartier, Cartier

For my eyewear

I see life much clearer

Through my gold Cartier's

I let the haters hate

Cause it's like music to my ears

Your boy staying low

Now I'm done living in fear

Every time you see me

Man, I'm polo to the socks

With some cartiers

And a dumb ass wristwatch

You know that I done copped

You know that I got knots

Man, you know that I got knots

I'm headed to the top

I'm talking pocket full of money

Spending bands for my fits

Man, my name is Bankroll

But I'm mr. take your bitch

You know that I done copped

You know that I got knots

Man, you know that I got knots

I'm headed to the top

I got money racks, bands

Whatever you wanna call it

If we stacked our money high

Then my bands will beat it

Bands will beat it

For a stand up shooter

That's who likes it

That ain't talking bout

Balling, had to turn my ringer off

Because the money kept calling

Man, this shit getting too easy

Bruh, I'm killing every beat

I'm sitting on bands

Told lil' mama take a seat

Chain around my neck

Thirsty niggas start to geek

But they ain't taking shit

If they wanna keep they teeth

Man, I'm the coolest nigga out

So turn off your fans

Man, you niggas counting twenties

While I'm throwing out bands

Flyest kid you ever saw

Man, I think I'll never land

450 for the kicks

You know I don't give a