[Chorus]

I got bands

I got bands, bands, bands

I'm the man

These boys be broke, that’s why they mad

Understand

I got a million in the duffle bag that's just to spend

Sell a hundred bricks, wake up, do it again

I got bands

I got bands, bands, bands

I'm the man

These boys be broke, that’s why they mad

Understand

I got a million in the duffle bag that's just to spend

Sell a hundred bricks, wake up, do it again

[Verse 1]

Fuck a friend (Yeah), I'd rather keep makin' these bands

Evil thoughts every time I got that choppa in my hands

In love with dope (Woo), you know I'm married to the coke (Ah)

When you plugged in with the cartel, your work gon' come straight off a boat (Oh)

One day I was broke (Yeah)

In a week I got rich, Papi fronted me bricks

I was breakin' the rules, I ain't payin’ back, homie

I hit a lick and I ain’t give a shit

Ain't no fear in my heart, I’m a stupid child

Mama kicked me out, I was too wild

Next day, I moved to my penthouse

They won't brush me off, I'm the man, now (Woo)

You need a favor, you was a hater

Now you're tryna borrow some of my paper

You need a favor, you was a hater (Ha)

Heard you told the bitch I was a player (Uh)

I’m a drug dealer with an attitude

I'll catch a body, won't leave a clue

I'm really with the mob

Sellin' dope, fuck a job

[Chorus]

'Cause I got bands (Woo)

I got bands, bands, bands

I'm the man (Ha)

These boys be broke, that's why they mad

Understand (Boom)

I got a million in the duffle bag that's just to spend

Sell a hundred bricks, wake up, do it again

I got bands

I got bands, bands, bands

I'm the man (Boom)

These boys be broke, that's why they mad

Understand (Woo)

I got a million in the duffle bag that's just to spend (Ha)

Sell a hundred bricks, wake up, do it again

[Verse 2]

Whippin' crack (Woo)

Cocaine in the pot, you know it's jumpin' back (Boom)

I make a call and everybody's gettin' whacked (Brrt)

You just a tourist, pussy boy

You gon' get taxed (Ha)

Don't talk on my phone, I know that my phone is tapped (Woo)

What you need? What you need?

I'm servin' junkies and servin' fiends

Cream, no crim'

Talkin' 'bout a drug lord, I'm him (Yeah)

No scale like a eyeball to work

We both got guns but your gun gon' squirt (Ha)

Red blood on a white tee

I can see it in your eyes, you don't like me (Ha)

Keep lookin' like that, get your head cracked (Woo)

When I grab that gun, I'ma relapse (Brrt)

All these damn drugs make me feel so numb

Every time I pull that trigger, I don't really give a fuck (Ha)

If I don't wanna dirty my hands, then I'ma spend ten bands (Brrt)

[Chorus]

I got bands, bands, bands

I'm the man

These boys be broke, that's why they mad

Understand

I got a million in the duffle bag that's just to spend

Sell a hundred bricks, wake up, do it again

I got bands

I got bands, bands, bands

I'm the man

These boys be broke, that's why they mad

Understand

I got a million in the duffle bag that's just to spend

Sell a hundred bricks, wake up, do it again