Contraband lyrics

[Intro]
Take my place up ahead
No, you said I'll never get by
Now look at me, I'm so high
You wanna know what it feels like
It's like

[Chorus]
Bands, yeah I f*ck it up
Need to get your money up
Haters think they sick or sum
Wit' my tapes, I stick it to 'em
Want my swag, it's nun to ya
Got a mag, I bust it through ya
Hoes see me like hallelujah
(Hoes see me like hallelujah)
Contraband, sh*t
Contraband, yeah
Hunnid round clips
Run it down quick
Contraband, sh*t
Contraband, yeah
Serve a pound, yeah
And they dancing

[Verse]
I ain't gonna stop the show until the sun's out
I can change your life forever, give me one round
Shawty gonna bust down
Know I hit that touchdown
Now she gonna run down
Of the runway, and she hot now
I like f*cking model hoes, I just got her from the town
Call me Seth Rogan, looking for the buzz now
Can't agree on money so that's gonna cause a shutdown
And you talking on the gang, that's gonna get you struck down
Gotta keep it slimey, help my brodie out like Brian Steel
Wake up in the morning and get fried, I feel like Meek Mill
Way I'm sipping on this double cup, I gotta keep it real
Keep it unexpected like I'm John Cena turning heel
I'm dripped out from my neck, all the way down to my heel
And I'm cashing out this check, I ain't never signed a deal
I would never hit a vape, cause that sh*t don't make me feel
I'm just staying on that green, and I sell it by the kil'
[Chorus]
Bands, yeah I f*ck it up
Need to get your money up
Haters think they sick or sum
Wit' my tapes, I stick it to 'em
Want my swag, it's nun to ya
Got a mag, I bust it through ya
Hoes see me like hallelujah
(Hoes see me like hallelujah)
Contraband, sh*t
Contraband, yeah
Hunnid round clips
Run it down quick
Contraband, sh*t
Contraband, yeah
Serve a pound, yeah
And they dancing

[Bridge]
And they dancing, and they dancing
Contraband yeah, contraband, yeah
Yuh, yuh, b*tches on me
Got a chain with my initials cause she love me
Yuh, do she love me
Yuh, do she love me
Is it cause the fame
Is it cause my name
All I know is, I don't wanna feel the pain
[Chorus]
Bands, yeah I f*ck it up
Need to get your money up
Haters think they sick or sum
Wit' my tapes, I stick it to 'em
Want my swag, it's nun to ya
Got a mag, I bust it through ya
Hoes see me like hallelujah
(Hoes see me like hallelujah)
Contraband
Contraband
Hunnid round clips
Run it down quick
Contraband
Contraband
Serve a pound, yeah
And they dancing