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mook - all these bands lyrics

[produced by trippy t beats]

[intro]
i [? 0:03] everything, i gotta get back
everybody got their hand in my bag
turn your back, they gon’ go in your pack
i was broke, got a gun and a mask
last year, they put me in the back
now, i’m ridin’ in the back of the back
d-mn, i’m gone
now, i’m ridin’ in the back of the back
skrrr-t
whoa, i’m gone

[chorus]
push a b-tton, drop my top, now i got bands
they’ like, “what are you gon’ do with all these bands?”
i’m might cash out on a crib and feed my fam
f-ck the’ n-gg-s and these b-tches, all the same

[verse 1]
got too many problems, and too many dollars (d-mn)
too many b-tches all over me, told ’em sit back and just roll the weed (let’s go)
back on the road for a couple weeks, just bought a coupe, now they finally see
what i’m ’bout to me, wow, i got a couple bands on me, now (whoa)
i keep it on me when i’m out of town, smokin’ loud, should be lovin’ my style
they like house with a couple of thou’, get it back, i might buy me a house (wow)
palm trees and a pool in the back, i be ridin’ in the back of the back
don’t need a house unless i got a sack, prayin’ for all my n-gg-s that’s trapped
i’m ’bout to make it, put on with this rap, i gotta get it so i’m runnin’ them laps
f-ck up a check and i get it right back, they’ like, “what you gon’ do with them racks?” (hol’ up)
i got the key to the safe, [?] look, i’m-a play on her face (d-mn)
f-ck these hoes, just the money i chase, all the hatin’, i’m-a catch me a case (wow)

[verse 2]
f-ck n-gg-, i got them bands, if i don’t see you, i shoot at yo’ man’s
bust down like i went to j-pan, when i be out, i show love to my fans
push a b-tton, tell ’em, “double the cup”, run on me, i’m-a wet the sh-t up
i got a hun-nit n-gg-s, all of ’em tryin’ to get it (let’s go)
i know you not really with it (you not, man)
but, back to the subject, i got a hun-nit flows, so i’m worth a hun-nit more (bands)
i got a hun-nit hoes, they’ on my snapchat
sending me snapchats, but i’m where the cash at, i got a big gun
it’s in my backpack, it got a beam on it, you better not try that
they’ be like, “what you gon’ do with this money?”, i ain’t just a couple o’ hun-nit
talkin’ money, go dubai for the summer
talkin’ money, got me bus-sin’ yo’ mother
all these n-gg-s, i swear they’ undercover
they didn’t know me, wanna be me or something
f-ck these hoes, i done married the money
i was chose, had to come up with something

- mook lyrics

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