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rick ross - bands lyrics

[hook] x 2
bands a make her dance, bands a make her dance, dance
bands a make her dance, bands a make her dance, dance
bands a make her dance, bands a make her dance, dance
all these chicks popping p-ssy, i’m just popping bands
bands a make her dance, bands a make her dance, dance
bands a make her dance, bands a make her dance, dance
these chicks clapping, and they ain’t using hands

she sweet as my swisher, when i know she get richer
take her shopping for hours just for my instagram pictures
listen, bands a maker her dance, mills will make me moves
for years i paid my dues, now i’m paid to wear my shoes
raeboks for the weak, i rocks with the streets
over town of the beans, haters get them swish cheese
if i gave him a job, he snuff powder for me
gotta pull double shifts, just to count all my g’s

you want this money b-tch, come and get it hoe
racks in the air, bands on the floor
now dance on the money, that’s a money rug
she got her t-tties did -ss shots and tell me time
she better f-ck, i’m turning up, i’m hard and i’m pay
y’all be bad d-ck and ratchet hoes, but hoes slap case
bands a make her dance, fetty make her f-ck
that ice make her bite, that coupe will make her suck

ahh… pop that p-ssy for a real n-gg-
pull out my black card, that’s my lil n-gg-
make a movie with your b-tch, steven spiel n-gg-
smoking on keysh, cole give me chills n-gg-
what’s your real name and not your stripper name
i make it rain on yah, like a windowpane
bandz a make her dance, tunechi make her c-m
hit it from the side like a mother f-cking b-ss drum
two hoes on one f-cking pole, two hoes on my f-cking pole
i don’t tip i pay bills, b-tches call me buffalo
her stomach in her -ss out
i’m flyer than the ones they p-ss out
if money grow on trees, i branched out
i’m just waiting on my b-tch to cash out

2 chainz, four bracelets
let me see that -ss clap, standing ovation (tru)
if yo girl don’t swallow kids, man that ho basic
got two b-tches wit me: take a shot at one ho, using her friend for a chaser
(bands a make her bust it) buss it!
(let me see you touch it)touch it!
money talk, you ain’t got none, end of discussion! (d-mn! )
(bands a make her do it) do it!
(pocket full of money) money!
young n-gg- gettin’ head while tha engine runnin’ (errrgh! )
let me see you wiggle, do it for a real n-gg- (yeay! )
i be laughing to the bank, all you do is giggle
ballin’ in my coupe, call it sports car
drop the top and freaky treat that b-tch just like a p-rnstar!

- rick ross lyrics

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