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weebo - bandz on top of bandz lyrics

[intro]
it’s weeb!
ayy!
uhh

[bridge: weebo]
bad b-tches link up
syrup sippers drink up (x3)
bad b-tches link up, ayy

[verse 1: weebo]
i-i say the way i shine it should be a crime
bet the haters wish they could call the law
every time i shop, i be spending guap
you could pro’lly catch me goin’ mall to mall
them foamposites i dun got em all
re-retro’s i dun got em all
my wrist game is sick main
got rolley’s and audemar’s
cu-cuban link’s all over me
super freaks all over me
i’m one of a kind, i’m so unique
nigga ain’t no way you clonin’ me
hopped in a benz fresh out of prison
knock a b-tch that was my decision
came at her with a proposition
less than 48 hours i was back to pimpin’
ba-back to sippin’, i’m leanin, i’m leanin
i’m leanin, i lean again
i wake up then go to sleep, wake up then go to sleep
pour up and lean again
my b-tch give me money i don’t even ask her
too many hunnid’s it’s so hard to count it
my necklace is snowing, my roley is snowing
i’m snowing i’m snowing, i look like alaska!
po-poket’s look like a camel back
lookin’ like it got lumps in it
what i look like it’s lumps sitting
cuz i got a lot a bucks in here
i ain’t scared of nothin’
only thing i’m scared of is being broke
so i’ma chase the cash, make the cash
so i could count this cash till the day i go!

[hook: weebo]
bandz on top of banz, on top of bandz
i’m gettin’ so much green
balenciagas forgiatos farragamo on my jeans
on that activis i’m activated, i be sippin so much lean
money makin’, makin’ money, call me money makin’ weeb
hoe’s on top of hoes, i’ll get my hoe
then knock yo hoe for me, i’m pimpin’, pimpin’, pimpin’
i would never fuck a hoe for free
presidential rolley, rolley presidential on my sleeve
the way these diamonds shinning, glistening, blinding
how could you not notice me?

[verse 2: d cross]
fuckin’ up commas and shit it’s just in me
please look outside if young cross in that bentley
i got it you got it, i never been stingy
20’s i hate it and 50’s offend me
these racks that i got keep hollerin’ spend me
on prada, versace, gucci and fendi
i came from the bottom, i could scape the bottom
get found in the bottom of oceans you dig me?
i’m after your b-tch heard your payroll was funny
you fuck up that re-up, and we up, our feet up
your outfit is new but to us you look b-mmy
we re-up and re-up and ball make u d-up
put on yo gl-sses i’m commin’ my nigga!
i’m far from the north off the porch
but i still hold the torches 400 my nigga!
in the club deep with 400 blood niggas
watch how you talk, i’ma lie for a grip
baby [?] my shoota’s a trip
sleet pop a xan might turn to a zombie
then squeeze on a nigga like hugs from yo mommy
that choppa i got be lippin’ them heavy
i pop me a nigga, you smell what i’m cookin’
nigga’s thinkin’ dinner is ready
shit, throw 30’s on chevy’s
i’m straight from the nawf where them niggas
go ham with it
check out the watch on my wrist if you watchin’
my wrist, i click clack and start blammin’ shit
can’t lie when i’m drunk as a skunk
i hop up in that porsche and forget how to handle it
this money i’m countin’, i need an accountant to call up when i cannot handle it
haha! cross!

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