Bands Marty Grimes (Ft. Iamsu! & Kool John)

[Verse 1: Marty Grimes]
Gouda, chippas, cheddar cheese, spinach, lettuce
If it ain't money callin' you can leave a message
Really all about my stackin' dog
I'ma act a fuckin' fool all at the mall
Damn straight got the fam with me
We all out wit' no hands empty
Hot boy no need to temp me
I'ma keep collectin' till the safe is empty
Got long as list and I gotta own all that shit
Pull up to the crib in a Benz
Got chrome on all that shit and I'm just wildin' out!

[Chorus: Marty Grimes]
When I get them bands tell 'em I'ma blow it
When I get them bands tell 'em I'ma blow it
Watch I'ma show out
Watch I'ma show out
20's, 50's, 100's tell 'em I'ma blow it
20's, 50's, 100's tell 'em I'ma blow it
Watch I'ma show out
Watch I'ma show out

[Verse 2: Iamsu!]
Bands on bands on bands, I got (Got money)
Got master key and fix so let's
Switch on my swagger, the bitches got badder
The pockets got fatter, they can't say much
Got 500 bands I can't touch, make 'em stand up, fans hands up
H.B.K. gang though, gotta speak my lingo, racked up buff Sango's
Chips stacked up; Pringles, get my money from the gringo's
Working on the next album, trap and kill the third fire
Whiskey bottle, we're vibing