[Chorus]
Hey, look, look, look
They clock that I'm counting these bands
I'm round Up-South with the gang
Fifties in my palm, watch the way they land
Try bro then it's quick, no chat
Twenty-one racks and the penthouse cold
Stacks on the floor, still making them stand
I got Tiffany, Kay, and Lisa all on me 'cause I'm making
Bands, bands, bands, bands
Bands, bands, bands, bands
I got Tiffany, Kay, and Lisa all on me 'cause I'm making

[Verse]
V1 came in too clean
They know when I step it's a wave
If you're moving too loose I'ma take that from you, no lie, don't play
Clocked me once in the town and now you talk like we locked, but that ain't the way
Ten-ten on the table, I was up with the dawn, then I counted the tray
I was out trying to stack my paper while you were at home in your hat and your huff
Bro got white like Jennifer Aniston, brown pack looking dark when it touch
Who's that with the big back, keep peeking? Two flicks and the whole room hush
If she ain't on top of this BBC then I'm gone, I don't do all the fuss
Now you're saying stay, wait
I've known you for twenty-five minutes, why you on my line calling me bae?
Got a fat stack in my bag, when I unzip that, watch the room get paid (cash)
V1 never moves too loud, tracky and Forces, I'm straight
I'm lit round here, but you better know your lane

[Chorus]
They know that I'm getting in bands
I'm in Up-South chilling with gang
I got fifties look at my hands
Touch bro then I'm doing a bang-bang
I got twenty-one cash in a penthouse
Stack on the floor tryna make it stand
I got Tiffany, Kay, and Lisa all on me 'cause I'm making
Bands, bands, bands, bands
I got Tiffany, Kay, and Lisa all on me 'cause I'm making