Tied Up

Lyrics

[Intro: BandGang Paid Will] (BeatGang) We gon' need some more rubber bands (Pooh, you a fool for this one) [Verse 1: BandGang Paid Will] I can call on me before I call on you Your mans still somethin', it's gon' fall on you (Gone) Shorty say she ready, tell her go'n fall through But I was busy countin' up, made her slob on Pooh Got these old-ass niggas tryna figure what I do I'm taxin' for this sauce, nigga, like it was a deuce (Man) You can get 'em for the cheaper if you cop 'em by the two Blowin' through every light, I ain't stoppin' in the coupe (Skrrt, skrrt) I don't wanna hear shit when that price go up (Nope) Tryna hide out, that'll get your mans tied up Rollin' up, bitch, and I just firеd up You would think I hate the money 'causе I keep it tied up (Damn) These bums all talk 'cause they ain't tried us Big guns with them drums if a nigga ride up Started at the bottom, I just had to climb up (Yeah) Getabag.org, lil' nigga, sign up (RIP DaDa) [Chorus: BandGang Paid Will] You would think I hate the money, keep my bands tied up Need some more rubber bands to keep them bands tied up You would think I hate the money, keep my bands tied up Need some more rubber bands to keep them bands tied up You would think I hate the money, keep them bands tied up, nigga Keep my bands tied up Need some more rubber bands to keep them bands tied up, nigga Keep them bands tied up [Verse 2: BandGang Biggs] Bro came on trippin', so you know what I'ma do We pulled up in matching coupes, free that nigga Tony too Cone up a couple thousand while I'm smokin' on some glue Paid rolled up the cookie, bitch, you can come on pick and choose Got my nigga Mone with me, yeah, he poppin' for the free Dreamin' feds at my door, so I locked it in my sleep I'm that nightmare you be havin', can't stop me in your dreams Big knife hangin' out the bottom of the chopper with the beam You know we keep them bands tied up Ran off on me with that work, get your mans lined up (You know it) You know it when that van slide up (Slide) Hit the lights, slide door, niggas better run and duck I've been runnin' money up, I don't really give a fuck 'Bout a bitch-ass nigga or a ho, I'm like, "What up?" Out in public, clip hangin' out my jeans like, "So what?" Tryna take off anybody in my team and I'ma bust like Sho'nuff (Bah, bah, bah, bah) Yeah, nigga, like Sho'nuff (Yeah) Clip hangin' out my jeans like, "So what?" (Like so what, nigga?) Nigga, so don't touch (Ayy, don't touch) Anybody on me team and I'ma bust [Chorus: BandGang Paid Will] You would think I hate the money, keep my bands tied up Need some more rubber bands to keep them bands tied up You would think I hate the money, keep my bands tied up Need some more rubber bands to keep them bands tied up You would think I hate the money, keep them bands tied up, nigga