[Chorus]

Thirty bands every week

I need thirty bands every week

Thirty bands every week

Bad bitch ridin' with me, yeah, she on fleek

They say they get the chills when they hear me speak

If this ain’t God's will, my whole team gon' eat

Gave my nigga life ’cause he refused to speak

Told him, "Fuck you, lock me up and throw away the key"

[Verse 1]

I get on these tracks and let my soul bleed

My family needs some money every time my phone ring

Refuse to take a handout, I need my own cheese

I'll take care of my little brother and my OG

On the outside lookin' in, niggas think I made it

I bought all this fuckin' jewelery just for entertainment

One slip-up, it's back to the basics

If this rap shit don't work, I'll sell a brick in eighthies

Landlord want his rent money, had to make the payment

Might shoot a nigga whole head off, all this built-up anger

Fuck nigga can't do the time, so they makin’ statements

Just got a check for thirteen-hundred, bought a brand new banger

They gave niggas my last money, they ain’t even say thank you

I done hit the road with my last money and I ain't even make it

Tryna stay my ass out them courtrooms, them peoples racist

Young black nigga with a dream, they don’t wanna see you make it

When you bounce back from a major L, you should see they faces

And it be your own family, that's the shit that's crazy

I relate to them hard times, that's the shit that made me

But we ain’t never goin' back to that, put it on my baby

Every other day, I'm goin' through it with my old lady

I done seen niggas get thirty years tryna ride Mercedes

Life in the fast lane, gotta slow it down, be patient

Young rich nigga without a deal, I ain't need the label

Heard they wanna take me out the game, I've been eatin' lately

Tell me what you bring to the table, I feed the table

God forgives, I don't, I'ma let Jesus save you

All I ask for you fuck niggas, just keep it gangster

Niggas dyin' everytime you watch the news or you read the papers

So we buyin' all these brand new tools that don't got no safety

On the grind in the same clothes, I ain't even changin'

Just put a dub in my shoebox, add it to my savings

I need thirty bands every week

I don't even touch the work, nigga, I'm hands free

Now I get paid just to speak

They don't believe it 'til they see

[Verse 2]

Five hundred oranges out in Tennessee

Turn around for a thousand beans out in the V

Do the speed limit, ride the middle lane, niggas' shit ain't sweet

[?] the peoples catch you on seventy-five, [?] might be O-V

Came up from the bottom, now I'm at the T-O-P

And I ain't finna say one word to the C-O-P's

Cuz called me from Southwest, need three more P's

I done finally made a way for us, thank G-O-D

I need thirty bands every week

I ain't come onto your bitch, she came onto me

My nigga did some time, he comin' home with cheese

Five diamond chains on, you bitches know it's me

[Chorus]

Thirty bands every week

I need thirty bands every week

Thirty bands every week

Bad bitch ridin' with me, yeah, she on fleek

Thirty bands every week

I need thirty bands every week

Thirty bands every week

Bad bitch ridin' with me, yeah, she on fleek