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stitches – i got bands lyrics

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[chorus]
i got bands
i got bands, bands, bands
i’m the man
these boys be broke, that’s why they mad
understand
i got a million in the duffle bag, that’s just a span
sell a hundred bricks, wake up, do it again
i got bands
i got bands, bands, bands
i’m the man
these boys be broke, that’s why they mad
understand
i got a million in the duffle bag, that’s just a span
sell a hundred bricks, wake up, do it again

[verse 1]
f+ck a friend, i’d rather keep makin’ these bands
evil thoughts every time i got that choppa in my hand
in love with dope, you know i’m married to the coke
when you plugged in with the cartel your work gon’ come straight off a boat
one day i was broke
in a week i got rich, papi fronted me bricks
i was breakin’ the rules, i ain’t pay him back, homie
i hid a l!ck and i ain’t give a sh+t
ain’t no fear in my heart, i’m a stupid child
mama kicked me out, i was too wild
next day i moved to my penthouse
they won’t brush me off, i’m the man, now
you need a favor, you was a hater
now you’re tryna borrow some of my paper
you need a favor, you was a hater
heard you told a b+tch i was a player
i’m a drug dealer with an attitude
i’ll catch a body, won’t leave a clue
i’m really with the mob, sellin’ dope, f+ck a job

[chorus]
’cause i got bands
i got bands, bands, bands
i’m the man
these boys be broke, that’s why they mad
understand
i got a million in the duffle bag, that’s just a span
sell a hundred bricks, wake up, do it again
i got bands
i got bands, bands, bands
i’m the man
these boys be broke, that’s why they mad
understand
i got a million in the duffle bag, that’s just a span
sell a hundred bricks, wake up, do it again

[verse 2]
whippin’ crack, cocaine in the pot, you know it’s jumpin’ back
i make a call and everybody’s gettin’ whacked
you just a tourist, p+ssy boy, you gon’ get taxed
don’t talk on my phone, i know that my phone is tapped
what you need? what you need?
i’m servin’ junkies and servin’ fiends
cream, no crim, talkin’ ’bout a drug lord, i’m him
[?], we both got guns but your gun gon’ squirt
red blood on a white tee
i can see it in your eyes, you don’t like me
keep lookin’ like that, get your head cracked
when i grab that gun i’ma relapse
all these d+mn drugs make me feel so numb
every time i pull that trigger i don’t really give a f+ck
if i don’t wanna dirty my hands then i’ma spend 10 bands

[chorus]
i got bands, bands, bands
i’m the man
these boys be broke, that’s why they mad
understand
i got a million in the duffle bag, that’s just a span
sell a hundred bricks, wake up, do it again
i got bands
i got bands, bands, bands
i’m the man
these boys be broke, that’s why they mad
understand
i got a million in the duffle bag, that’s just a span
sell a hundred bricks, wake up, do it again