Blow Dem Bands lyrics

[Intro]
f*ckin' sh*t, all these goddamn hundreds, man
f*ckin' hundreds, every f*ckin' way, it's rainin' hundreds
Rainin' f*ckin' hundreds
All these f*ckin' hundreds
Shebaow

[Verse 1: Drakeo the Ruler]
Everything I do is ignorant
The way I constantly swerve and just splurge is belligerent
I know this sh*t is crazy, I know this sh*t is sad
And I can buy me a new whip if I do the whole dash
Crash, smash, now we in the Masi
Poured off a five, and, n*gga, please don't tell nobody
I know I'm impatient
I could've got an Audi if a n*gga f*ckin' waited, mister ungrateful
Thousand blue faces
Mask and a beam, it's an all-black occasion
Take it all, break him off
Duh, we really do this sh*t
Extorting and aborting any next spin Judas's
Listen here, you stupid b*tch
Mister, Mister, Mister f*ckin' Get Dough
Lingo bingo, I just cracked another store
Pops on my knots and a couple grams of gold
Woah, Bo, these n*ggas wanna act bold
We keep the forty cal, my n*ggas wanna snatch souls
From mannequins to Casper the Ghost, these n*ggas spooked
Sheesh, they like, "Drakeo, that's you?"
And everything is Greedy with a 2, ooh
[Chorus: Drakeo the Ruler]
I'm like b*tch, I'm the motherf*ckin' man
This b*tch actin' like this ain't eight thousand in my hand
Blow them bands (Bands)
b*tch, we blow them bands (Bands)
I'm like b*tch, I'm the motherf*ckin' man
This b*tch actin' like this ain't eight thousand in my hand
Blow them bands (Bands)
b*tch, we blow them bands
We 'bout to cash out, b*tch, blow them bands (Bands)
Blow them bands (Bands), blow them bands (Bands)
We 'bout to cash out, b*tch, blow them bands (Bands)
b*tch, we blow them bands

[Verse 2: Ketchy the Great]
Get a thousand from a b*tch, it took her twenty-eight hours
For the money and the power I ain't never been a coward
Sour blowin' purple flowers, talkin' reckless to a goddess
I respect none of these thotties, breakin' b*tches is a hobby
Molly in the calls, roxy, now she givin' sloppy toppy
Talkin' 'bout you love a n*gga, baby, put it in my pocket
I just spent a couple Franklins, now a n*gga back to robbin'
Flockin' like a couple pigeons, passin' like I'm Aaron Rodgers
I'm a baller, lil' b*tch, I brought them racks out
Ten bands on me, no horn, but I blow loud
Designer on designer fit, it's so wild, sip fours 'til I pass out
Wake up and bring them bags out
[Chorus: Drakeo the Ruler]
I'm like b*tch, I'm the motherf*ckin' man
This b*tch actin' like this ain't eight thousand in my hand
Blow them bands (Bands)
b*tch, we blow them bands (Bands)
I'm like b*tch, I'm the motherf*ckin' man
This b*tch actin' like this ain't eight thousand in my hand
Blow them bands (Bands)
b*tch, we blow them bands
We 'bout to cash out, b*tch, blow them bands (Bands)
Blow them bands (Bands), blow them bands (Bands)
We 'bout to cash out, b*tch, blow them bands (Bands)
b*tch, we blow them bands

[Verse 3: Drakeo the Ruler]
You silly little rabbit, b*tch, it's pops on all my knots
From climbin' through the window, it's holes in all my socks
Mr. Go Crazy, big money, b*tch, all my faces look lazy, Mr. Pour Daily
My ex b*tches hate me, blow them bands, baby
Twenty band statements, hanging out the base fit
Mr. Ungrateful, Mr. Unfaithful
Broke b*tch, pay me (Broke b*tch, pay me)