Got My Bands Up - Fredo Santana

All these bitches want me cause I got my bands up

All this money on me cause I got my bands up

I don’t trust his soul cause I got my bands up

I keep a gun on me cause I got my bands up

I got my bands up (Bands up!)

I got my bands up (Money!)

I got my bands up (Guap!)

I got my bands up (Beep!)

Grab a pint of lean then I grab some two liters

Ain’t none robbing me cause I’m riding with my heater

Send you up to the lord man you must wanna meet him

Dear lord man I wouldn’t wanna be him

I can’t go for no sucker shit

I swear I will never love a bitch

We can fuck but I don’t do relationships

Everybody want something but I ain’t seeing when I ain’t have shit

Just bought a .30 and some drum rolls

Keep my gun on me so ion' make phone calls

Hundred racks just to flex we all get money now so nigga ion' stress at all

Niggas hate but they acting like yo homie

Say they real but they really be phony

Fake ass niggas probably be the police

Just me, my gun, and this codeine

Hell no I don’t trust you niggas

Hell no I don’t fuck with niggas

We can go to war lets get it bustin' nigga

Soon as we see each other its a shootout no discussion nigga

Broke niggas never seen a brick

Man these niggas ain’t know shit

Get so much money I swear I just be buying shit

Got so much money god damn I’ll buy a bitch