Throw Sum Yeat

[Intro]
Yeah
You want bands on it, bands on it, bands on his head (Hahaha)
Now watch me dance on it, dance on it (They don't do no shit like this though)
Money got me fed (Aye, call up)
(In the Arena!)
Let's go!

[Chorus]
Throw some bands on it, bands on it, bands on the jet (Ack)
I might dance on it, dance on it, dance on this Piguet (Let's go)
Put the beam on it, beam on it, beam right on his head (Phew-phew, ouu)
Boy we demonic, demonic, they might heard what I said (Ack)
Oh yeah, this Richard Mille watch, you can slide, you can sled (Let's go)
And you said that that's yo wifey, but we both laid up in bed
Boy, I got like two shots
I'm too hot, I won't miss (Yeah)
And I know a bad bitch, and she gon' lick, got me sick

[Verse]
Boutta go shoppin', we gon' hit the mall
Got the new season Prada, a typical day (Phew, phew, phew)
And I got bad bitches suckin' my dick when I walk in the building, I did it this way (This way)
And a whole lotta money on me 'cause I did this just straight from the bottom then happen today (Let's go)
Imma be high 'til I die, I'm alive right now, but I still been livin' this way (Yeah, yeah)
That's your bad, all that shit too fast now
We put forty pounds on the jet, but that's too fat now (Shh)
Imma get my money, I might scam, I might take it (Ack)
I really do this shit for real and all these kids just fakin' (Yeah)
(I ain't sayin' that I gang bang)
But I got boys who shoot, no (Phew-phew)
I don't give a fuck about fame-fame, I just want my loot, yeah (Let's go)
All you kids say the same thing, they just wanna hear the truth (Yeah)
Diamonds all on my bitch, all on my wrist and all on my tooth (Let's go)
We can't fuck no more 'cause you just played me for a fool (That's right)
And when I'm off the fuckin' Oxy I might say some shit, not true (Alright)
It's a real light day, fifteen-hundred on my shoe (Light)
I don't give a fuck about nothin', I just care about you, yeah (Huh)
Woke up in L.A., sunny (Yeah)
Yeah, just look at that view (Oh yeah)
Bitch look at all this money, yeah, yeah (Whoa, whoa), shit look cute (Whoa, whoa)
Yeah, lil' freak want me in her tummy, yeah, yeah, this shit's the truth, yeah
I went and bought me some NUMBER (N)INE, yeah, and some Maison Margiela for you (Let's go)