[Chorus]

Big bands scattered on the floor like it's war time
Put it on his face like I'm dancing on a facetime
When I take it off, he like "Where the fuck your waistline?"
I got it on my own, you can't even try to take mine
These n***as funny, I told him honey
Put it all up in my tummy, let's get this money
Leave that fuck shit at the fucking telly
I'm smoking smelly
Bouncing on it like a fucking bunny, until it's sunny

[Verse 1]

I need the bag so I am rushin', I'm chasing all the racks
I fuck my baby at the function, and that's a Fendi fact
And yo lil' bitch ain't gone do nothing, she ain't even into that
I don't got time for the discussion, I'm tryna bust it back
I'm poppin' out with them big bands, big racks, big stacks
Got them big bands, big racks, big stacks
And for that big cash, she bust it open, throw it back
Now she don't know how to act, palms itching got a rash

[Chorus]

Big bands scattered on the floor like it's war time
Put it on his face like I'm dancing on a facetime
When I take it off, he like "Where the fuck your waistline?"
I got it on my own, you can't even try to take mine
These n***as funny, I told him honey
Put it all up in my tummy, let's get this money
Leave that fuck shit at the fucking telly
I'm smoking smelly
Bouncing on it like a fucking bunny, until it's sunny