Bands Lyrics

BK

NY

East Coast

Flatbush

East Side

Beast

Ay beast

Ay beast

Ay

Brooklyn

Uh

Check cleared

I got bands in my pants

So I hit my money dance

Hit the club in advance

Ladies let me see that ass shaking stance

Niggas blowing money on you

Turn that mans to a fan

Broke niggas and bitches don't understand

You just out here living life and they hating you from the stands

Well tell em kiss yo ass, leave em in the past

Hit the Sonic, hit the dash

You got bands on demand

Look

I am not a wannabe

I am who you wanna be

I'm in charge of my present, I'm shaping how it's gonna be

Bet you niggas can feel my presence when I am on the beat

Turn you niggas right into peasants, you hear the King speak

Ay

And Brooklyn independent

I can hold myself up, I am not depending

I got cash on deck, different checks is pending

Getting paid day to day for the bars I'm penning

Ay

Yea

And I got bars for you all

Brooklyn follow all the rules but I can't stand the law

Brooklyn always stay down and I always stand tall

Check here, check cleared

So you know I had to ball

Ay

Niggas complain, but they don't wanna hustle

All you do is talk and bitch my nigga, I can't even trust you

Get the fuck up out my circle

Get the fuck up out my huddle

More blatant with my lyrics my nigga, I'm no longer subtle

Ay

The game is oversaturated, Trilla G gon ring em out

They can't do what you do, so they hate and then they put you down

Always do it cause it's true to you and never for the clout

I am living proof that God is someone you should never doubt

From the pub to the club and we lit off Rosee

She took way too many shots, baby girl you OK

We got bands on demand so you know we all paid

Already dark in the club so you can throw shade

Check cleared

I got bands in my pants

So I hit my money dance

Hit the club in advance

Ladies let me see that ass shaking stance

Niggas blowing money on you

Turn that mans to a fan

Broke niggas and bitches don't understand

You just out here living life and they hating you from the stands

Well tell em kiss yo ass, leave em in the past

Hit the Sonic, hit the dash

You got bands on demand

Ay

Hit the Sonic hit the dash ay

You got bands on demand ay

Do you dance, shake yo ass

Get the bag, get the cash

Make it rain cause you can, Brooklyn