YG, 21 Savage, BIA - Run

Run 'em bands up, run 'em bands up
Run 'em bands up, run 'em bands up
Run 'em bands up, run 'em bands up
Spend it 'cause I'm up, nigga, and what? (And what)
Run 'em bands up, run 'em bands up
Run 'em bands up, run 'em bands up
Run 'em bands up, run 'em bands up
Thought we was fallin' off, you can't stand us (stand us)
Whole lotta bands in my left hand
The pistol got a drum, I'm the band man
Whole lotta drink in my right hand
Long live Slim 400, the hype man (hype man)
She know I got paper, she wanna get an issue
Over a bitch, never act sentimental
Drop-top coupe, this is not a rental
Pull up, F8 Ferrari, fuck with they mental
Gentle as you open the door
Threw a hunnid in the club, put this shit on Forbes
Beef in the streets come with these whores
The pussy so good, it be startin' wars
Oh, oh, oh man, oh damn
In Glock I trust 'cause it don't jam
I'm tryna run the bag up, she wanna slow dance
I'm tryna toot it and boot it, she wanna romance