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Garry Lee - Bandz Lyrics



Garry Lee - Bandz Lyrics




I got niggas steady hating and a couple hoes mad
Worried bout what I'm doing and need to focus on a bag
Faking like they for ya, tell the truth that shit sad
I seen you for who you was, I can't really be too mad

Push the pedal to the floor, ain't no coming up in last
Gotta get up get some money, I can't sit up on my ass
Well connected, what you need? Let me know I'm on the way
I need paper, I need cheese, and I need it ándale

I leave work and go to work, I ain't got no time to play
You ain't tryna get no money stay the f*ck up out my way
Place ya order day before, I get it to you in bout a day
Any problems that ensue and Ima find another way

I ain't playing, I'm tryna get it, Gotta Make It, like I'm Tre
Gotta block the bullshit when you tryna be a great
When they try to tear you down, thats when you stand up in they chest
F*cking up the money you gone make me make a mess

Everyday I'm getting to it, I be running up them bands
Running up them bands, running, running up them bands
Everyday I'm getting to it, I be running up them bands
Running up them bands, running, running up them bands

Everyday I'm getting to it, I be running up them bands
I got P's on the way, coming in on command
Hit my gangsta for a favor, let him know I need it bad
I gotta hoe thats trained to go, she eat that dick up for a bag

Wrap ha hair up in my fist, she let me hit it from the back
And it ain't no acting timid, bend it over shake that ass
She make money, do ha thang, and let me handle all the cash
Real nigga, money flippa, turn it to a bigger bag

Hit the club and make it clap and make a bunch of hoes mad
And they hate ha cus they ain't ha, tell the truth that shit sad
She ain't trippin how I get it cus she know I'm moving gas
I ain't trippin how she get it, cus I know she selling ass

Stack season on these bitches, Getting to it with no issue
I'm getting money, I'm getting richer, bigger than the bigger picture
You ain't talking bout no money ain't no need to converse
You can't multiply the bag, ain't no need for us to work

Everyday I'm getting to it, I be running up them bands
Running up them bands, running, running up them bands
Everyday I'm getting to it, I be running up them bands
Running up them bands, running, running up them bands
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I got niggas steady hating and a couple hoes mad
Worried bout what I'm doing and need to focus on a bag
Faking like they for ya, tell the truth that shit sad
I seen you for who you was, I can't really be too mad

Push the pedal to the floor, ain't no coming up in last
Gotta get up get some money, I can't sit up on my ass
Well connected, what you need? Let me know I'm on the way
I need paper, I need cheese, and I need it ándale

I leave work and go to work, I ain't got no time to play
You ain't tryna get no money stay the f*ck up out my way
Place ya order day before, I get it to you in bout a day
Any problems that ensue and Ima find another way

I ain't playing, I'm tryna get it, Gotta Make It, like I'm Tre
Gotta block the bullshit when you tryna be a great
When they try to tear you down, thats when you stand up in they chest
F*cking up the money you gone make me make a mess

Everyday I'm getting to it, I be running up them bands
Running up them bands, running, running up them bands
Everyday I'm getting to it, I be running up them bands
Running up them bands, running, running up them bands

Everyday I'm getting to it, I be running up them bands
I got P's on the way, coming in on command
Hit my gangsta for a favor, let him know I need it bad
I gotta hoe thats trained to go, she eat that dick up for a bag

Wrap ha hair up in my fist, she let me hit it from the back
And it ain't no acting timid, bend it over shake that ass
She make money, do ha thang, and let me handle all the cash
Real nigga, money flippa, turn it to a bigger bag

Hit the club and make it clap and make a bunch of hoes mad
And they hate ha cus they ain't ha, tell the truth that shit sad
She ain't trippin how I get it cus she know I'm moving gas
I ain't trippin how she get it, cus I know she selling ass

Stack season on these bitches, Getting to it with no issue
I'm getting money, I'm getting richer, bigger than the bigger picture
You ain't talking bout no money ain't no need to converse
You can't multiply the bag, ain't no need for us to work

Everyday I'm getting to it, I be running up them bands
Running up them bands, running, running up them bands
Everyday I'm getting to it, I be running up them bands
Running up them bands, running, running up them bands
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Writer: Garry Rollins
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Performed By: Garry Lee
Language: English
Length: 2:36
Written by: Garry Rollins
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