Lyrics

[Intro] Uh [Chorus] You dig what I'm sayin'? If they all hundreds, I'ma count it fast, yeah Wanted money, I couldn't enjoy a class I'm a big old player, I got it from my dad, hey Lil' mama dig what I'm sayin' Keep it funky like an egg and you'll never land All my niggas, they don't play, they all want them bands My son a boss, he a lil' bitty motherfuckin' man I go crazy, I go brazy for these fuckin' bands Fuck a lady, I replace her for these fuckin' bands He so crazy, I'm not lazy, I want fuckin' bands, yeah, ah [Verse 1] I'm a boss, fuck that bitch out on the balcony I might take a picture and tell 'em to caption this When I'm done fingerin', I need a napkin, shit Ochocinco, yes, sir, I'm catchin' it Catch it, catch, catch it, catch it, catch it, catch it, yeah I'll take your necklace, I'll leave you neckless I might not be cussin', but I ain't bluffin' Niggas want problems, it's not nothin' I'm screamin' bring it on like Gabrielle I'm a real big dog, I don't kiss and tell Hell, first you want it, then second, you pale, yeah Don't think he quick, he pulled up like a snail Oh, water in his eyes, I let that sucker go And I forgot to tell her that you a po' I'm not doin' a twenty-year sentence 'bout you, you a ho [Chorus] But do you dig what I'm sayin'? If they all hundreds, I'ma count it fast, yeah Wanted money, I couldn't enjoy a class I'm a big old player, I got it from my dad, hey Lil' mama dig what I'm sayin' Keep it funky like an egg and you'll never land All my niggas, they don't play, they all want them bands My son a boss, he a lil' bitty motherfuckin' man I go crazy, I go brazy for these fuckin' bands Fuck a lady, I replace her for these fuckin' bands He so crazy, I'm not lazy, I want fuckin' bands, yeah, ah [Verse 2] Yes, sir, baby, yes, sir Take her, nigga, flex her I burn her while you turnin' her up And I got on Chucks, but Young Thugger not stuck Swear, swear, swear, I swear on slime, nigga You break a rule on him or her, you get fined, nigga These niggas know I run it up, so they don't try it, nigga I might screw your bitch with my broke pliers, nigga Hell, yeah, all my cars, they gon' fishtail (Skrrt) Hell, yeah, I'm YSL 'til I'm dead and pale (Skrrt) Kick you niggas gettin' money slow just like a snail I told her the mail is how they send them bales I can never be him, but you can wish me well I came a long way from shoppin' at clearance sales She let me cum in her hair just like some gel I'm a real Blood, I know you smell and dig what I'm sayin' [Chorus] If they all hundreds, I'ma count it fast, yeah Wanted money, I couldn't enjoy a class I'm a big old player, I got it from my dad, hey Lil' mama dig what I'm sayin' Keep it funky like an egg and you'll never land All my niggas, they don't play, they all want them bands My son a boss, he a lil' bitty motherfuckin' man (What?) I go crazy, I go brazy for these fuckin' bands (Brazy) Fuck a lady, I replace her for these fuckin' bands (Hey) He so crazy, I'm not lazy, I want fuckin' bands, yeah (Hahaha) [Outro] Oh my God Keep that, let me hear it