[Spoken Intro: MachGang]
(CashMoneyAp)
Ya, I be talking to some people and they be like
"Why you do music?"
I be like honestly I'm just doing this to make some money
And they be like
"Aw you gonna disrespect music like that
You gonna do all this"
I'm like "Yo seriously dawg
That don't even make sense"
You think imma put my own time and money and effort
Into this just for nothing
Actually money I don't even got
Like I'm doing this whole thing
Just hoping something happens in the end
(VVS got a juice heart)

[Pre- Chorus]
I'm getting beat on sight (Sight)
From the bullshit in my life (Life)
Nothing seems to make it right (Right)
I be stressing through the night (Night)

Look at me O my (My)
I might as well go die (Die)
I can't be the bummy guy (Guy)
Who's never shit his whole damn life
[Chorus]
I need bands, N***a
(Bands, N***a!)
Can't count it up my hands, bigga
Gone make any plans, bigga
That hundred million fans figure

I need bands, N***a
(Bands, N***a!)
That random trip to Japan, bigger
Got a forty year old white man bitter
My check account, Batman richer

[Verse 1]
I got none on me and none in view (View)
But I'm locked in, in full pursuit (Pursuit)
Like Jackie Chan that Chinese man
Who was kicking shit, now he the man (Hiyah)
That money, won't judge you (Nah)
It don't care if you black, white, or jew uh uh
I see thirty bands, up on a man, who looks like Taliban (Al-Qaeda)
I know me and what is true, yuh so I ain't got any damn time to lose (Nah)
I gotta a plan, I haven't ran, must execute it, like an army man (Yes sir)
When you seeing me in a booth, (Yuh) I'm lookin' for cash that's the truth (I'm searching)
Not a greedy man, but I understand
What I'll need to be the best family man
(Family man)
It's the broke unsuccessful bums that gone talk shit (Talk shit)
They say my outlook is why rap is now toxic (Now toxic)
But this my way to express all of my damn logic (Damn logic)
And make my life greater, safer, and less chaotic (Chaotic)

[Pre- Chorus]
I'm getting beat on sight (Sight)
From the bullshit in my life (Life)
Nothing seems to make it right (Right)
I be stressing through the night (Night)

Look at me O my (My)
I might as well go die (Die)
I can't be the bummy guy (Guy)
Who's never shit his whole damn life


[Chorus]
I need bands, N***a
(Bands, N***a!)
Can't count it up my hands, bigga
Gone make any plans, bigga
That hundred million fans figure

I need bands, N***a
(Bands, N***a!)
That random trip to Japan, bigger
Got a forty year old white man bitter
My check account, Batman richer
I need bands, N***a
(Bands, N***a!)
Can't count it up my hands, bigga
Gone make any plans, bigga
That hundred million fans figure

I need bands, N***a
(Bands, N***a!)
That random trip to Japan, bigger
Got a forty year old white man bitter
My check account, Batman richer