(Chorus)

80 bands in a Duffy
That hoe, said she love me
Why these hoes tryna cuff me?
Bullet holes in his tummy
That boy soft, like a puppy
Bands, in my pockets they, chubby
Riding round, and I’m shootin’ shit (ay)
You know mar, keep that coolin’ kit (ay)
Why these n***as tryna fuck with me?
Ion know but I’m not goin for you
Sittin’ back im countin’ bands
I’m tryna fuck on her friend
Made that money, contraband (okay)
No help, no hand
In this hoe, with my mans
That bitch suck me, no hands (yuh)
Talkin’ that boy he a fan
Fuckin’ that hoe put her on a cam
Why these n***as hate me?, I don’t really understand
I don’t really try to, I just get high till I land

(Pre-chorus)
Hit a juug for the cash (for the cash)
You ain’t get this shit back (hell no)
Lil’ hoe, call me dad
So I smack that hoe on hеr ass
Juug bro now I’m back
On the flight, jet-lag
He gеt little bands, just a tad
You want a feat boy imma tax
(Chorus)

80 bands in a Duffy
That hoe, said she love me
Why these hoes tryna cuff me?
Bullet holes in his tummy
That boy soft, like a puppy
Bands, in my pockets they, chubby
Riding round, and I’m shootin’ shit (ay)
You know mar, keep that coolin’ kit (ay)
Why these n***as tryna fuck with me?
Ion know but I’m not goin for you
Sittin’ back im countin’ bands
I’m tryna fuck on her friend
Made that money, contraband (okay)
No help, no hand