BANDS lyrics

[Pre-Chorus: IKE, Tha Odyssey]
Seems like everybody only want me for my dough
Never trust a f*ck n*gga, never trust a hoe
If they run up on me then gonna get the smoke
Never catch me lackin’, cause I’m slidin’ on the low

[Chorus: IKE, Tha Odyssey]
Got hella calls comin’ in (Brr)
Me and my brodie money talkin’ business, yeah
Ran up the whole bag then I iced out both my fist
Came a long way from movin’ loads and hittin’ licks

[Verse 1: IKE, Tha Odyssey]
Poppin’ taggs, drop a bag (Yeah)
Keep a stash in the back
Seen them opps, ridin’ passed(Peww)
Had to dip, foot on gas
f*ck them calls, I got money comin’ through in suites, yeah
Dubbin’ on these n*ggas, man I never ever lose, yeah
Only take what’s mine, ain’t no f*ckin’ pick and choose
I know that time is money, so I dashed off the loop, ayy
Uh, whats the deal? Take the check and give my whole fam a 100 mill
My gang rockin’ heavy stones, you n*ggas wearin’ steel
Everything is real, we not fakin’ sh*t up in here, ayy

[Pre-Chorus: IKE, Tha Odyssey]
Seems like everybody only want me for my dough
Never trust a f*ck n*gga, never trust a hoe
If they run up on me then gonna get the smoke
Never catch me lackin’, cause I’m slidin’ on the low
[Chorus: IKE]
Got hella calls comin’ in (Brr)
Me and my brodie money talkin’ business, yeah
Ran up the whole bag then I iced out both my fist
Came a long way from movin’ loads and hittin’ licks, yeah

[VERSE 2: TREV]
Pop a tag, cop a bag and some throwed
You n*ggas mad, go out sad bout a hoe
I thank God everyday for twenty-four
I need a rich b*tch who can compliment my dough (Cash)
Drip too hard, always got some new clothes
Man, I'm rich in one year and I'm giving n*ggas hope (Yeah)
She want Louis, she want Fendi, she want Prada (Ooh)
Tell her suck it good, Imma send yo ass college, ayy
Top shotta (Brr), b*tch I'm talkin top dollars
Micheal Kors letters written all over my collar
New watch (Ap), new gold (40k), n*ggas always gon hate if you keep your body froze (Ice)

[Pre-Chorus: IKE, Tha Odyssey]
Seems like everybody only want me for my dough
Never trust a f*ck n*gga, never trust a hoe
If they run up on me then gonna get the smoke
Never catch me lackin’, cause I’m slidin’ on the low

[Chorus: IKE, Tha Odyssey]
Got hella calls comin’ in (Brr)
Me and my brodie money talkin’ business, yeah
Ran up the whole bag then I iced out both my fist
Came a long way from movin’ loads and hittin’ licks, yeah