Uh, she don't want retentions, lil bitch, what are your intentions
(She don't want retentions, lil bitch, what are your intentions)
She don't want retentions, lil bitch, what are your intentions
I'm swervin lanes in a Benz, those are my intentions
Why is your hoe on my gram, yeah, she's in my mentions
Yeah, I give her a Band, 20 Bands, yeah, did I mention
Did I mention I stacked up my Bands, yeah, I learned my lesson
Totin' on a Glock, big RP, and a Smith & Wesson
Got like 80 Bands to my name, yeah, it's a blessing
Bad bitch on the right of me, feel like I'm in heaven
Feel like I'm with the Lord, feel like I'm with the skies
Big Margiela, big Balenci, on my fit, I feel fly
Keepin' my circle small, nah, I don't f*ck with guys
You tryna stack up on the Bands, lil bitch, don't even try
I don't try, you know why, huh, cause I already got it
Already got the Bands, got the green, know Im a flaunt it
I'm burnin' up, feel so hot, comin' down like a comet
Smokin' on that gas, it's exotic, yeah, it's kinda chronic
But why, you stealin' all my swag, yeah, you stealin' from me
You can't rock Balenciaga or Rick Owen like me
You can't stack up on a Bands, you can't stack up on a green
You can't even f*ck your ho, cause your ho f*ckin' with me