Bands Lyrics

Ain′t nothing good

Ain't nothing good but finger licking bands
Lick off my thumb then I begin
One count, two count, money counting
I left my money counter at home, I′m here to count it
Fuck that nigga, he ain't talking money
Call that nigga, he talking 'bout money
I be on that money shit
Nigga, you be on that funny shit

Ring ring, what′s on my phone? It′s money

Ding ding, who's at my home? It′s the motherfucking police
Fuck 'em, ayy
Riding in that foreign right now, ayy
Counting on these hundreds right now, ayy
I told that fuck nigga pipe down
′Fore we up these pipes and you get piped down
Glow up, think I see the light now
Niggas snakes, I don't fuck with thy now, ayy
I′m a rich nigga right now
Finna go and get some money right now, ayy

Ain't nothing good but finger licking bands
Lick off my thumb then I begin
One count, two count, money counting
I left my money counter at home, I'm here to count it
Fuck that nigga, he ain′t talking money
Call that nigga, he talking ′bout money
I be on that money shit
Nigga, you be on that funny shit

I'm running through this money quick
How could I forget not having shit?
Now I just be buying shit
I′m a money maker, nigga, you a son of bitch
Walk in the stores, I be trying shit
I try it then I buy the bitch
No, I don't buy a bitch
She suck me up for free, I can′t deny the shit, ayy
Smoking took a pack
Ruger on me, where your Ruger at?

Finger licking bands
Finger licking bands up in my pants, nigga
I'm a walking lick, talking brick, talking shit
You lil′ son of bitch get hit with this banana clip
I be popping shit, kicking shit, dropping shit
Pull up on your block, straight chopping shit
Pull up on my block and I'm chopping quick
Swerving, here the coppers is
They behind a nigga, tryna find a nigga
But I'm running, nigga, they can′t grab a nigga