Bands ft. Frid The Kid Lyrics

Yeah we get it up

Bands all in the coup (What)

Riding shotgun with your bae (Yeah)

Shooters gonna shoot

On the court they threes

When Im outside they all tens

She ask me what's my sign?

I say "dollas, Benjamin's"

Yuh, Frid The Kid, ice the walk, yenno we go crazy

Tuesday morning caked up, told that bitch to shake it

Now I got fifty hoes, can't tell which my latest

All these hoes they the same, they just all so basic

Just so basic

In her mouth like braces

White girl, Santa Barbara, think they might be racist

All these benjamins, countin up the blues

Askin me, "what's yo sign?", oh my god you changed my mood

All these bitches wait in line, for their turn to be my boo

Never trust these girls, always make sure you got two

Pass it back to Walk, he just countin' in the coupe

Yeah we get it up

Bands all in the coup (What)

Riding shotgun with your bae (Yeah)

Shooters gonna shoot

On the court they threes

When Im outside they all tens

She ask me what's my sign?

I say dollas, Benjamin's

Sippin' Cranberry

Yeah we talkin' Sprite

We gone go to Taco Bell

For the Cinnabon Delights

They be prayin' on my downfall

Like my name was Dwight

Throw that lob, off the board

You gone see me catching flight

(Bow!)

Woah that's a skat (Vroom)

Yeah that's a skat

Flip it back

Quarterback snap (Hike!)

Hike it up

Bike it up

Yeah they really know wassup

Throw them dollas in the club

Sike!

They was Usher bucks (Yeah)

Yeah I get it

Saving the dollas for all of children

Imm gonna get it back

Flipping the stacks

And I show them the way

To be saving they pensions

Oh Wait

Water on me

Woah wait

Like Desani

(Icy froze) oh yuh

Diamonds shining

(Icy froze) ouuu yuhhh

Tsukiyomi

Yeah we get it up

Bands all in the coup (What)

Riding shotgun with your bae (Yeah)

Shooters gonna shoot

On the court they threes

When Im outside they all tens

She ask me what's my sign?

I say dollas, Benjamin's