Get Back King

Lyrics

[Intro: BandGang Lonnie Bands] Hey (Damn, BandMan, you makin' beats now?) Hey I'm the king of my bity, they ain't know it Hey Spend this shit, spend this shit Spend this shit, huh, spend it, hold on Hold on, I'ma Hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on (Joog) [Chorus: BandGang Lonnie Bands] Spend this shit, spend this shit, get it back (Huh, hey) Spend this shit, spend this shit, get it back (Hey) Spend this shit, spend this shit, get it back (Hey) Spend this shit, spend this shit, get it back (Hey) Huh, yeah, we blowin' money fast, huh All I really got is dead friends (Hey) I pray this money counter don't jam Huh, you better pray I don't put it on your head [Verse 1: BandGang Lonnie Bands] Huh, hey, put it on your noggin, they gon' pop it Huh, put it on your mama and your papa Huh, yeah, I'm famous now, but still a robber James Harden, nigga, with that pocket rocket Huh, bitch said she want love, all I want is profit When I look at a bitch, all I see is thousands I'ma send a bitch to the club, not to go shoppin' Bitch, I need a whole dub to fuck, won't think about it Huh, bitch, I'm like Magic Don Juan and Bumby Johnson Together I'll break a bitch and kill a nigga for my cheddar We don't say that we robbin', it's called Shred, huh In other words, we still pullin' two elevens (Beep) [Chorus: BandGang Lonnie Bands] Hold on, spend this shit, huh, spend this shit, get it back (Huh, hey) Spend this shit, spend this shit, get it back (Hey) Spend this shit, spend this shit, get it back (Hey) Spend this shit, spend this shit, get it back (Hey) Huh, yeah, we blowin' money fast, huh (Hey) All I really got is dead friends (Hey) I pray this money counter don't jam Huh, you better pray I don't put it on your head [Verse 2: Naj the Shooter] Never ride with the loc', put them hoes on a mission Rerock the work every spot in the kitchen Freaky-ass bitch, I'ma make do my dishes Boy, 1K, have them killers come and greet ya Unborn child won't get a chance to meet ya (On God) Ghetto benefits when you locked in with the reaper I got a pretty bougie bitch and she thinkin' she a diva She a comrade and you thinkin' she a keeper Niggas die every day with guns thinkin' shit sweet, huh? Lions' den, hungry in that jungle, gotta eat, huh? Bitch, you know I lie, but they still gon' believe it Shut the fuck up and press me, bitch, or eat dick [Chorus: BandGang Lonnie Bands] Hold on, spend this shit, huh, spend this shit, get it back (Huh, hey) Spend this shit, spend this shit, get it back (Hey) Spend this shit, spend this shit, get it back (Hey) Spend this shit, spend this shit, get it back (Hey) Huh, yeah, we blowin' money fast, huh (Hey) All I really got is dead friends (Hey) I pray this money counter don't jam Huh, you better pray I don't put it on your head