Drop Bands on It Songtext
von Mally Mall

Hundred racks, all hundreds
Anything less, small money
Money so long got a tag on it
Anything I want, drop bands on it
Bands on it, ba-bands on it
Bands on it, ba-bands on it
Bands on it, ba-bands on it
Bands on it

I′m stickin' to the plan (Plan)
Got a bottle in my hand (Hand)
I wrote this of a dab (Dab)
So drunk I need a cab (Cab)
And I came in a Porsche (Porsche)
Getting brain like a dork (Dork)
Good weed in my lungs (Lungs)
The way I hit it got her sprung (Sprung)


Fuck around and go broke in the club
They ain′t nothin' like us (They ain't nothin′ like us)
What you heard? That′s raw not a blunt
Bitch roll some up (Bitch roll some up)
If I ain't getting high then I′m probably workin'
Spit that shit that got Miley Cyrus twerkin′
I go Hammer with the grammar
To spend this many racks you need stamina

Hundred racks, all hundreds
Anything less, small money
Money so long got a tag on it
Anything I want, drop bands on it
Bands on it, ba-bands on it
Bands on it, ba-bands on it
Bands on it, ba-bands on it
Bands on it

New chain hundred grand on it
Bitch ass so fat just land on it
Just bought a drop top get a tan on it
All these bitches on my dick, put your hands on it


Hot pussy, put a fan on it
I go old LA, just ram on it (Ram on it)
B-bands on it
Clap, clap, mothfuckin' back hand on it
Peter picker pipe ′em
T-Raww knife 'em, end them life up
Fuck your life up, turn up in a nightclub
Nice one, pop one in this bitch
Drum and bass molly on her tongue

Hundred racks, all hundreds
Anything less, small money
Money so long got a tag on it
Anything I want, drop bands on it
Bands on it, ba-bands on it
Bands on it, ba-bands on it
Bands on it, ba-bands on it
Bands on it

Fresh pull up in that new Royce four-door
Federales taking photos
Got the plug from the cholos
Buy two, he front me four more
I'm a fly boy on my high horse like Polo
Need a fly girl with fat ass like J. Lo

Hey hoe, I stay on my grizzly, no mayo
Got them killas on the payroll
Like kids spinning Playdoh
Collar pop like fonz
My top go back like LeBron
Your girls head is the bomb
She gave my dick a massage

Nigga can′t get it unless it′s six digits
And your pockets shorter then 6 midgets
All this ice on my gold keep my neck drippin'
If it get Iggy try to stick me with this murder business
This money got me lookin′ handsome
Roll the weed so I can smoke
Fifty models in my section
100 bottles of that Rose, everything on me

Hundred racks, all hundreds
Anything less, small money
Money so long got a tag on it
Anything I want, drop bands on it
Bands on it, ba-bands on it
Bands on it, ba-bands on it
Bands on it, ba-bands on it
Bands on it