Band Pop Waka Flocka Flame & Slim Dunkin

[Chorus: Slim Dunkin]
Riding 'round town, smoking race car gas
Broke niggas screaming, "I hate y'all ass"
Got a Bankhead swag, popping Buckhead tags
Drop top Jag, getting south side cash
When them bands pop, them pants drop
When them bands pop, them pants drop
When them bands pop, them pants drop
Ay, ay, ay, get it girl
Riding 'round town, smoking race car gas
Broke niggas screaming, "I hate y'all ass"
Got a Bankhead swag, popping Buckhead tags
Drop top Jag, getting south side cash
When them bands pop, them pants drop
When them bands pop, them pants drop
When them bands pop, them pants drop
Ay, ay, ay, get it girl

[Verse 1: Waka Flocka Flame]
Walked in the club, it's like I fucked all these bitches
Camera phones out, broke niggas snapping pictures
Thinking to their self like, "I wanna be them niggas"
Trueys sagging low, thousand dollar boxers
Bitches love my posture
In the strip club, got these bitches eating pasta
Steak, shrimp, and lobster
AK-47 got it smelling like a locker
She say she love me, but she want Dunkin's number
I get so much money, I'm like comma after comma
Baby, you a monster, nicknamed her Pam
Pussy, ass, and mouth, she can do it with no hands
When them bands pop, them pants drop
Waka Flock