[Intro]
(Jmoneyway)

[Chorus: Robin Banks]
Hundred bands, hundred bands, hundred bands
Ooh, shit, hella bands
Kick that bitch out, tryna yell at mans
Got a lot of shooters by the minivan
Opps in the air, fly, Peter Pan
I don't rap beef, this ain't Peter land
Hella bands, hella bands, hella bands
Hella bands, hella bands, hella bands
Nice to see the money when I leave a man
Henny mixed with Perky, I don't need a Xan
I like my ginger ale in a liter can
Two to his chest like a Jeter fan
Hella bands, hella bands, hella bands
Hundred bands, hundred bands, hundred bands
Hundred bands, hundred bands, hundred bands
Ooh, shit, hella bands

[Verse 1: Da Crook]
Hah, yo
Hella bands, hundred shots stuffed in the minivan
Shit could get TT right now
Slide the door back, bet the opps do the running man
Shit could get TT right now
'Cause if we see the cops, then we flyin' like Peter Pan, I ain't going back to jail
'Member them times I was locked down, fightin' my cases, just hopin' I get some mail
Remember the grind with the pot down, cover my face tryna block out the cocaine smell
Blockin' off blocks, fuck the opps, if we catch 'em, we runnin' them down and they catchin' shells
We do this shit for real
These n***as is pussy, they ain't doing shit for real
We run this shit, we the ones winnin'
You pussy n***as just in the field
[Verse 2: Robin Banks]
Hundred bands, hundred bands, hundred bands
Runnin' man, runnin' man, runnin' man
Can't trust a soul, keep a gun in hand
My homie switched when I became the man
You lost you're bitch, yeah, she ain't a fan
She just see the gang with hella bands
You n***as ain't shootin', you n***as ain't ridin', you n***as just tryna get clout up
If my n***a he lyin', I'll still be slidin', that's just how n***a was brought up
Headshot, that's a snapback
Turn his Tahoe into a hatchback
Shordy runnin' like a halfback
Opps in the blunt, need a hazmat

[Chorus: Robin Banks]
Hundred bands, hundred bands, hundred bands
Ooh, shit, hella bands
Kick that bitch out, tryna yell at mans
Got a lot of shooters by the minivan
Opps in the air, fly, Peter Pan
I don't rap beef, this ain't Peter land
Hella bands, hella bands, hella bands
Hella bands, hella bands, hella bands
Nice to see the money when I leave a man
Henny mixed with Perky, I don't need a Xan
I like my ginger ale in a liter can
Two to his chest like a Jeter fan
Hella bands, hella bands, hella bands
Hundred bands, hundred bands, hundred bands
Hundred bands, hundred bands, hundred bands
Ooh, shit, hella bands
[Verse 3: Burna Bandz]
Hella bands, hella bands, hella bands
Run a n***a down, ain't no running man
Tryna stack a hundred M's, that's the plan
It's hot out, bro blowin' like a fan
She a lil' freak, she gon' do my mans
Pop me a Perc', I don't do the Xans
Third eye open when I'm on the block
If 'em n***as pull up, then we air 'em out
It's a lot of shooters in my whereabouts
It's a stain, don't nobody make a sound
We just want 'em birdies, and we headin' out
Hundred bands right off the thirty-six
Thirty-eight bands if you need a brick
And I know it's comin' back if Pookie whip
Lil' bro won't miss, he got a gift
If Robin say, "Get him", then it's over with

[Verse 4: 3MFrench]
Glizzy hold thirty, no six shot
Money Makin Mali on a sick block
I ain't slippin', got the glizzy to the tip-top
Paranoid, fuck the feds, gotta switch spots
Me and the gang, show him he slidin' when he TT
We the hottest block on the VP
If a n***a got a problem, come and see me
Still out here screamin', "Free CP"
Hella bands, hella bands like Weegi
Fuck the opps, can't put me on TV
On the block, posted up with the TG
In the cut, all black, can't see me
Killah Crook, water drippin' like Fiji
Burna Bandz get your track on repeat
Burna Bandz get your track on repeat
[Chorus: Robin Banks]
Hundred bands, hundred bands, hundred bands
Ooh, shit, hella bands
Kick that bitch out, tryna yell at mans
Got a lot of shooters by the minivan
Opps in the air, fly, Peter Pan
I don't rap beef, this ain't Peter land
Hella bands, hella bands, hella bands
Hella bands, hella bands, hella bands
Nice to see the money when I leave a man
Henny mixed with Perky, I don't need a Xan
I like my ginger ale in a liter can
Two to his chest like a Jeter fan
Hella bands, hella bands, hella bands
Hundred bands, hundred bands, hundred bands
Hundred bands, hundred bands, hundred bands
Ooh, shit, hella bands