BAND$

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[Intro: Byron Juane] Worth it, yeah, yeah Yeah, she worth it Ayy, yeah, yeah she Uh, hold up, ayy [Chorus: Byron Juane] Got worth like cash Not a dime, think she more like a stack, uh And these bands gon' last, uh Whole life on max Shawty got worth like cash Not a dime, think she more like a stack (Hold up) And these bands gon' last (Hold up) Whole life on max, uh [Refrain: Wande] Ayy, yo, don't think they understand, gotta pull up with the bands if you wanna have me, what you thought though? (Oh, yeah) I ain't really like to drink, I'ma tell you what I think if you gotta roll the dank, ain't my type, bro (Ooh) [Pre-Chorus: Wande & Byron Juane] Really I ain't dealin' with it You gotta show with your life if you really with it 'Cause see, a lot of people talk, but they really fibbin' (Yeah) They tryna walk into my life tryna have my children (Yeah) I got the Lord on my side and He stay with me (Yeah) "God first" in your bio, ain't amazing to me I can't let just anybody come and hang with me You gotta be about that life to be bae to me [Chorus: Byron Juane] Got worth like cash Not a dime, think she more like a stack, uh And these bands gon' last, uh Whole life on max Shawty got worth like cash Not a dime, think she more like a stack (Hold up) And these bands gon' last (Hold up) Whole life on max, ayy [Verse 1: Wande] Yeah, ayy Now I think you really startin' to get it (Yeah) Baby, I'm a queen, that's how I'm livin' (Okay) All in my design how I'm invented So if you're comin' at me basic, boy, you trippin' Way I'm livin', only lettin' real ones up in the building Not just feeling, yeah, I'm talkin' real ones who want commitment Been concealing, only lettin' ones see all that we revealin' That's just wisdom 'cause I've met a ton, really they just children playin' games Boy, I met the Lord, I ain't never been the same (Yeah) Money ain't impressing, really, neither is your fame (Ayy) Wanna see your heart, baby, show me, is you changed? 'Fore I end up in some chains, are you feelin' what I'm sayin'? [Pre-Chorus: Wande & Byron Juane] 'Cause really I ain't dealin' with it You gotta show with your life if you really with it 'Cause see, a lot of people talk, but they really fibbin' They tryna walk into my life tryna have my children (Brr, yeah) I got the Lord on my side and He stay with me "God first" in your bio, ain't amazing to me I can't let just anybody come and hang with me You gotta be about that life to be bae to me [Chorus: Byron Juane] Ayy Got worth like cash Not a dime, think she more like a stack, uh And these bands gon' last, uh Whole life on max Shawty got worth like cash Not a dime, think she more like a stack (Hold up) And these bands gon' last (Hold up) Whole life on max [Verse 2: Byron Juane] Yeah Gotta know where she be like she Cardi (Okurr) Let me go get this started (Brr) In a world full of Jeeps she Ferrari (Skrt) Gotta keep with the pace like it's mileage When it comes to my baby, I gas Shawty a bag, ain't she more like a stack? And her friends got degrees You can't come at no angle like mathematics Ain't her time too expensive like new Pateks? Ain't that time so pricey? That's nicely said Baby been so icy like snow-filled sleds She ain't looking for no hand out like she asked for it Step correct or you bounce like you just exported Like you just–ayy [Outro: Wande] Yo, don't think they understand, gotta pull up with the bands if you wanna have me, what you thought though? Uh (Thought though, thought though, thought though, thought though) I ain't really like to drink, I'ma tell you what I think if you gotta roll the dank, ain't my type, bro (Type, bro, type, bro, type, bro, type, bro)