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mook tbg - all these bands (remastered) lyrics

[intro]
i done lost 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
skrtt, skrrt
whoa, i’m gone

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

[verse 1]
got too many problems, and too many dollars (d+mn)
too many b+tches all over me (yeah), 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 (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 (skrrt)
don’t need a house unless i got a sack, prayin’ for all my n+ggas that’s trapped (oh, yeah)
i’m ’bout to make it, put on with this rap (let’s go), i gotta get it so i’m runnin’ them laps (d+mn)
f+ck up a check and i get it right back (wow), they like, “what you gon’ do with them racks?” (hol’ up, yeah)
i got the key to the safe (oh, yeah), pretty ooh 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)
[chorus]
push a b+tton, drop my top, now i got bands (now i got bands)
they’ like, “what are you gon’ do with all these bands?” (with all these bands)
i might cash out on a crib and feed my fam (feed my fam)
f+ck the’ n+ggas and these b+tches, all the same (all the same)
push a b+tton, drop my top, now i got bands (now i got bands)
they’ like, “what are you gon’ do with all these bands?” (with all these bands)
i might cash out on a crib and feed my fam (feed my fam)
f+ck the’ n+ggas and these b+tches, all the same (all the same)

[verse 2]
f+ck n+gga, 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 (yeah)
push a b+tton, tell ’em, “double the cup”, run on me, i’m+a wet the sh+t up (baow)
i got a hun+nit n+ggas, 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 (yeah)
sending me snapchats, but i’m where the cash at (cash), i got a big gun
it’s in my backpack, it got a beam on it (yeah), you better not try that
they’ be like, “what you gon’ do with this money?”, i ain’t just a couple o’ hun+nit (no)
talkin’ money, go dubai for the summer
talkin’ money, got me bus+sin’ yo’ mother (d+mn)
all these n+ggas, i swear they’ undercover (yeah)
they didn’t know me, wanna be me or something (ha, ha)
f+ck these hoes, i done married the money
i was chose, had to come up with something
[chorus]
push a b+tton, drop my top, now i got bands (now i got bands)
they’ like, “what are you gon’ do with all these bands?” (with all these bands)
i might cash out on a crib and feed my fam (feed my fam)
f+ck the’ n+ggas and these b+tches, all the same (all the same)
push a b+tton, drop my top, now i got bands (now i got bands)
they’ like, “what are you gon’ do with all these bands?” (with all these bands)
i might cash out on a crib and feed my fam (feed my fam)
f+ck the’ n+ggas and these b+tches, all the same (all the same)

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