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Allison Joyce - Bandz Up Lyrics

[Intro]
Skii

[Chorus]
Yeah, got my bands up (Yeah)
Broke niggas hatin', when they see me, they on fan stuff (They on fan stuff)
Lil’ bitch kept playin' hard to get, that got her friend fucked (Ugh)
This nigga tryna do everything I do, that boy my damn son (That boy my damn son)
Pockets full, pants stuffed (Yeah)
Skii done did it again, bruh (Did it again, bruh)
Kick back, back of the Benz truck
Fuckin' your bitch, and what? (Ugh)
This ho doin’ too damn much (What?)
Broke bitches always sayin' somethin' (Huh?)
Ain't spendin' shit on a damn slut (On what?)
Pussy free, I ain't payin' for it (Nah)

[Verse]
Your nigga went broke on bitches (What?)
He a kid, I ain't doin’ no trickin’ (No trickin')
Tell your ho what to do, she listen (Alright)
Blowin’ dope, she blowin' me kisses (Mwah)
All the broke boys hatin' on a nigga (Ugh)
All the bad hoes just want a picture (Damn)
My bankroll lookin' like Biggiе (What?)
I’m standin' on all the business (I'm 'bout it)
I'm fuckin' on all y'all bitches (Damn), unlеss your bitch ain't a ten (No cap)
You a no-money-gettin'-ass niggas (Yeah), somebody need to help they mans (Yeah)
All the hoes gettin' geeked off liquor, freak bitch finna come out her pants (Ugh)
Ma dukes them couldn't believe it (What?), when the label had sent the advance (Sent that money)
I fuck, after that, I'ma leave her, all my hoes get one-night stands (One-night stands)
I'm puttin' on for all my people, doin' shit that these niggas can't, yeah (That these niggas can't)
Fuck a bitch, then fuck her friend, yeah (I fucked her friend)
I'm a star, my diamonds dance, slimy, grimy, yeah, that's twin, uh (Yeah, that's twin)
I can't switch, stick to the code, yeah (Stick to the code)
Bitch, my neck and wrist froze (Ice), T me up, I'm in that mode, yeah (I'm in that mode)
Keep chasin' money, boy, you slow, yeah (Boy, you slow)
Bitch, my pockets Rubi Rose (Yeah), thick as hell, yeah, they pokin' (On God)
Boy, your bitch get bust open (Ugh), think I breathe too much dope in
Tell that bitch that I love her, ooh, I was just jokin' (Bitch, I lied to you, alright)
[Chorus]
Yeah, got my bands up (Got my bands up)
Broke niggas hatin', when they see me, they on fan stuff (They always on fan stuff)
Lil' bitch kept playin' hard to get, that got her friend fucked (Ugh)
This nigga tryna do everything I do, that boy my damn son (That boy my damn son)
Pockets full, pants stuffed
Skii done did it again, bruh (Skii)
Kick back, back of the Benz truck (Skrrt)
Fuckin' your bitch, and what? (And what?)
This ho doin' too damn much (Huh?)
Broke bitches always sayin' somethin' (They always sayin' somethin')
Ain't spendin' shit on a damn slut
Pussy free, I ain't payin' for it