Ain’t workin towards success yeah they think it’ll Run up But this ain’t a game and they can’t find the 1 up Been grinding all day and all night til the suns up Let me show you how to come up ay And you might find some luck Theres better ways living yeah Im done being stuck Flipped a few bags from a buck Got a few fiends I gotta duck Had a few doors I had to shut ay How you livin so evil? Y’all corrupt But I swear I won’t erupt Because
Ace The Face [Chorus: Ohgeesy] This ain't a Milly Rock, this a money dance And my dick ain't hard, that's a thirty in my pants I got thirty of them bands, I'ma make a stripper dance And I'ma fuck a nigga's bitch 'cause he nerdy, she a fan The molly either white or it's yellow like some sand If you need it, hit my line, know I got it, I'm the man Oxycontin, thizzle, xans, that's what made me all these bands Niggas talkin' hella reckless so we layin' all these hands Bands bands bands, all I think about commas Thirty in a forty, all I think about drama I'm finna get this money, give it right to my mama Playin' with the chicken, you gon' meet all the llamas Bands bands bands, all I think about commas Thirty in a forty, all I think about drama I'm finna get this money, give it right to my mama Playin' with the chicken, you gon' meet all the llamas [Verse 1: Rob Vicious] I need money, I need weed, I need drank Niggas knockin', ain't a fiend and I'm straight These niggas tellin' stories but they don't be who we think Talkin' like he ain't a pussy but he lyin' in your face I been bossin' since a rookie, watchin' niggas from the back Smokin' cookie out the pack and shootin' niggas rockin' black P's gettin' taxed, I guess I'm back to sellin' crack Got a lick for couple racks, then tell a nigga where it's at [Chorus: Ohgeesy] This ain't a Milly Rock, this a money dance And my dick ain't hard, that's a thirty in my pants I got thirty of them bands, I'ma make a stripper dance And I'ma fuck a nigga's bitch 'cause he nerdy, she a fan The molly either white or it's yellow like some sand If you need it, hit my line, know I got it, I'm the man Oxycontin, thizzle, xans, that's what made me all these bands Niggas talkin' hella reckless so we layin' all these hands [Verse 2: Fenix] I sip big juice but you niggas probably knew that I'm ridin' 'round with two straps, I'm wavy like a durag My niggas see a lick, we finna hit it, niggas do that I cheated on my bitch, I'm 'bout to go and buy a new bag You niggas almost made it but you didn't, nigga too bad I'm cashin', counted forty bands off the back end What happened? niggas talkin' reckless 'til we spazzing Poppin' it my nigga, you ain't really 'bout that action [Verse 3: Master Kato] Tell that bitch to send them codes right now I'm tryna get it, tryna get this shit gone right now, right now I been juggin' off these phones like how Nigga how you turn a cool hundred to a light thou, light thou This shit regular baby, I swear to God (no cap) No you can't compare with us lady, yo this the mob (bitch) All my niggas ready like Freddy if it's a prob Chop a nigga, now he spaghetti up in the pot [Chorus: Ohgeesy] This ain't a Milly Rock, this a money dance And my dick ain't hard, that's a thirty in my pants I got thirty of them bands, I'ma make a stripper dance And I'ma fuck a nigga's bitch 'cause he nerdy, she a fan The molly either white or it's yellow like some sand If you need it, hit my line, know I got it, I'm the man Oxycontin, thizzle, xans, that's what made me all these bands Niggas talkin' hella reckless then we layin' all these hands [Outro] Ace
She a good girl Bet This money make dance Pull up in the muscle car Flexing like the man Post a pic on the gram She say she want me bad Bicht Gave me head But she say she got a man Hanging out da window Throwing bands after bands I be in the trap Cooking work in my vans Nigga I be ubering selling out the grams Why should I be worried When the world is burning down I don’t like to hurry Stay here for a while Girl u lookin lovely I want u in my arms I wish u were near me But u never around U used to leave me speechless Now I can’t even make a sound I want you grab me I wanna make you proud Her skin Her touch Her mouth I want you to Give Me all You got I’m ready I’m ready
Pull up in a muscle car flexin like the man hangin out da window throwing bands after bands she a good girl bet this money make her dance I be in the trap cookin work in my vans nigga I be ubering sellin out the grams
AceTheFace (Chorus: Ohgeesy This ain’t a Milly Rock, this a money dance And my dick ain’t hard, that’s a thirty in my pants I got thirty of them bands, I’ma make a stripper dance And I’ma fuck a nigga’s bitch ‘cause he nerdy, she a fan The molly either white or it’s yellow like some sand If you need it, hit my line, know I got it, I’m the man Oxycontin, thizzle, xans, that’s what made me all these bands Niggas talkin’ hella reckless so we layin’ all these hands Bands bands bands, all I think about commas Thirty in a forty, all I think about drama I’m finna get this money, give it right to my mama Playin’ with the chicken, you gon’ meet all the llamas Bands bands bands, all I think about commas Thirty in a forty, all I think about drama I’m finna get this money, give it right to my mama Playin’ with the chicken, you gon’ meet all the llamas (Verse 1: Rob Vicious I need money, I need weed, I need drank Niggas knockin’, ain’t a fiend and I’m straight These niggas tellin’ stories but they don’t be who we think Talkin’ like he ain’t a pussy but he lyin’ in your face I been bossin’ since a rookie, watchin’ niggas from the back Smokin’ cookie out the pack and shootin’ niggas rockin’ black P’s gettin’ taxed, I guess I’m back to sellin’ crack Got a lick for couple racks, then tell a nigga where it’s at (Chorus: Ohgeesy This ain’t a Milly Rock, this a money dance And my dick ain’t hard, that’s a thirty in my pants I got thirty of them bands, I’ma make a stripper dance And I’ma fuck a nigga’s bitch ‘cause he nerdy, she a fan The molly either white or it’s yellow like some sand If you need it, hit my line, know I got it, I’m the man Oxycontin, thizzle, xans, that’s what made me all these bands Niggas talkin’ hella reckless so we layin’ all these hands (Verse 2: Fenix I sip big juice but you niggas probably knew that I’m ridin’ ‘round with two straps, I’m wavy like a durag My niggas see a lick, we finna hit it, niggas do that I cheated on my bitch, I’m ‘bout to go and buy a new bag You niggas almost made it but you didn’t, nigga too bad I’m cashin’, counted forty bands off the back end What happened? niggas talkin’ reckless ‘til we spazzing Poppin’ it my nigga, you ain’t really ‘bout that action (Verse 3: Master Kato Tell that bitch to send them codes right now I’m tryna get it, tryna get this shit gone right now, right now I been juggin’ off these phones like how Nigga how you turn a cool hundred to a light thou, light thou This shit regular baby, I swear to God (no cap) No you can’t compare with us lady, yo this the mob (bitch) All my niggas ready like Freddy if it’s a prob Chop a nigga, now he spaghetti up in the pot (Chorus: Ohgeesy This ain’t a Milly Rock, this a money dance And my dick ain’t hard, that’s a thirty in my pants I got thirty of them bands, I’ma make a stripper dance And I’ma fuck a nigga’s bitch ‘cause he nerdy, she a fan The molly either white or it’s yellow like some sand If you need it, hit my line, know I got it, I’m the man Oxycontin, thizzle, xans, that’s what made me all these bands Niggas talkin’ hella reckless then we layin’ all these hands (Outro} AceTheFace
aye aye aye i been on this money go none of this aint really what wanna know about me i never gone stop i just take to you to top fiill up 2 leters on a block when i hitchu hard you even gonna rock cause shorty got the glock yeah shorty hit the block up with hollows now you really trying follow im dripping hard fuck around
Only chasing bags with blue faces in em Double G on my belt , big B on my denims pretty bitches , pass em with the team , but we just met em have my niggas do you dirty with yo freshest fit on
Login Bands Shoreline Mafia Lyrics About Tracklist Comments “Bands” is one of the singles from Rob Vicious‘ album Traplantic. The song, produced by AceTheFace… Read More 1 702.1K 24 30 Bands Lyrics [Intro] AceTheFace [Chorus: Ohgeesy] This ain't a Milly Rock, this a money dance And my dick ain't hard, that's a thirty in my pants I got thirty of them bands, I'ma make a stripper dance And I'ma fuck a nigga bitch 'cause he nerdy, she a fan The molly either white or it's yellow like some sand If you need it, hit my line, know I got it, I'm the man Oxycontin, thizzle, Xans, that's what made me all these bands Niggas talkin' hella reckless so we layin' all these hands Tanna Leone “Death n’ Taxes” Official Lyrics & Meaning | Verified Tanna Leone “Death n’ Taxes” Official Lyrics & Meaning | Verified [Verse 1: Ohgeesy] Bands, bands, bands, all I think about commas Thirty in a forty, all I think about drama I'm finna get this money, give it right to my mama Playin' with the chicken, you gon' meet all the llamas Bands, bands, bands, all I think about commas Thirty in a forty, all I think about drama I'm finna get this money, give it right to my mama Playin' with the chicken, you gon' meet all the llamas [Verse 2: Rob Vicious] I need money, I need weed, I need drank (I need drank) Niggas knockin', ain't a fiend and I'm straight (Man) These niggas tellin' stories but they don't be who we think (Nah) Talkin' like he ain't a pussy but he lyin' in your face (Fuck) I been bossin' since a rookie, watchin' niggas from the back Smokin' cookie out the pack and shootin' niggas rockin' black (Rrah) P's gettin' taxed, I guess I'm back to sellin' crack Got a lick for couple racks, then tell a nigga where it's at (Where it's at) [Chorus: Ohgeesy] This ain't a Milly Rock, this a money dance And my dick ain't hard, that's a thirty in my pants I got thirty of them bands, I'ma make a stripper dance And I'ma fuck a nigga bitch 'cause he nerdy, she a fan The molly either white or it's yellow like some sand If you need it, hit my line, know I got it, I'm the man Oxycontin, thizzle, Xans, that's what made me all these bands Niggas talkin' hella reckless so we layin' all these hands [Verse 3: Fenix Flexin] I sip big juice but you niggas probably knew that I'm ridin' 'round with two straps, I'm wavy like a durag (Durag) My niggas see a lick, we finna hit it, niggas do that (Do that) I cheated on my bitch, I'm 'bout to go and buy a new bag (A new bag) You niggas almost made it but you didn't, nigga, too bad (That's too bad) I'm cashin', counted forty bands off the backend What happened? Niggas talkin' reckless 'til we spazzin' Poppin' it, my nigga, you ain't really 'bout that action (Poppin') [Verse 4: Master Kato] Tell that bitch to send them codes right now I'm tryna get it, tryna get this shit gone right now, right now I been juggin' off these phones like how Nigga, how you turn a cool hundred to a light thou', light thou'? This shit regular, baby, I swear to God (No cap) No, you can't compare with us, lady, yo, this the mob (Bitch) All my niggas ready like Freddy if it's a prob (Grrah) Chop a nigga, now he spaghetti up in the pot [Chorus: Ohgeesy] This ain't a Milly Rock, this a money dance And my dick ain't hard, that's a thirty in my pants I got thirty of them bands, I'ma make a stripper dance And I'ma fuck a nigga bitch 'cause he nerdy, she a fan The molly either white or it's yellow like some sand If you need it, hit my line, know I got it, I'm the man Oxycontin, thizzle, Xans, that's what made me all these bands Niggas talkin' hella reckless so we layin' all these hands
