10 Bands Quentin Miller
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[Hook 1]
10 Bands, 50 bands, 100 bands, fuck it, man
I'm tryna run through the budget, man
OMG, niggas sleep, I ain't trippin', I'mma let 'em sleep
When I get it nigga, let 'em rest in peace
[Verse 1]
I can tell ya how it happened
I can tell ya 'bout them safe house nights out in Calabasas
I can tell you not a rapper
You niggas sellin' swag, I ain't gotta open up the package
Who you with? What you claim?
There's checks all over me, you know I'm 1317
Sprite dirty like Diana never clean
My ex asked me, "Where you movin'?" I said, "On to better things", oh
[Hook 2]
10 Bands, 50 bands, 100 bands, fuck it, man
Tryna run through the budget, man
OMG, I ain't trippin', I'mma let 'em sleep
When you wake up nigga, rest in peace
[Verse 2]
Boys tell stories 'bout the man
The boy shoots shots from the corner, Robert Horry for 'em bands
I ain't really wanna be that type of man
The world gettin' cold, so I gotta turn the heat up for my fam
I'm on level three, I'm going in, ya'll don't wanna see me get to ten
Tryin' to wake the beat up for my man
Tell wonder leave the hook
Let's get this cheese and go again
10 Bands, 50 bands, 100 bands, fuck it, man
I'm tryna run through the budget, man
OMG, niggas sleep, I ain't trippin', I'mma let 'em sleep
When I get it nigga, let 'em rest in peace
[Verse 1]
I can tell ya how it happened
I can tell ya 'bout them safe house nights out in Calabasas
I can tell you not a rapper
You niggas sellin' swag, I ain't gotta open up the package
Who you with? What you claim?
There's checks all over me, you know I'm 1317
Sprite dirty like Diana never clean
My ex asked me, "Where you movin'?" I said, "On to better things", oh
[Hook 2]
10 Bands, 50 bands, 100 bands, fuck it, man
Tryna run through the budget, man
OMG, I ain't trippin', I'mma let 'em sleep
When you wake up nigga, rest in peace
[Verse 2]
Boys tell stories 'bout the man
The boy shoots shots from the corner, Robert Horry for 'em bands
I ain't really wanna be that type of man
The world gettin' cold, so I gotta turn the heat up for my fam
I'm on level three, I'm going in, ya'll don't wanna see me get to ten
Tryin' to wake the beat up for my man
Tell wonder leave the hook
Let's get this cheese and go again
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