(Verse 1)
I got bitches off the molly
I got bitches off the xans
I got 10K in my hand
Gucci on my headband
Smoking on this wood
Flying like Peter Pan
So high I might never land
Get to the money my plan
I know that I am the man
Taking numbers off his lifespan
Now that man a dead man

(Hook)
I'm just all about my bands, yeah
Like I just want the bands
I just want the bands like yeah
I just want the bands
I just need the bands
Like I don't want no friends
I just want my bands up, woah

(Verse 2)
Yeah, yeah, yeah
I don't need no friends
I just need some bands
I just want a Benz truck
Shooters do hits out a Benz truck
They don't really give a fuck
You run up on us try your luck
Cause I keep that Glock tucked
That bitch said I'm broke
I'm like "hoe what you mean?"
Steady countin' up the green
With my whole muhfuckin' team
My life feel like it's a dream
Yeah, my life feel like it's a dream
Countin' all the cream, woah
(Countin' all the cream, woah)
I'm like bitch what you mean, woah
Yeah)