Bands Up by Kendal Banks Lyrics
I ain't really got the time
I'm just out here hustling for mine
I ain't really got the time
But niggas just don't wanna see you shine
I'm just tryna get my bands up
My bands up
My bands up
My bands up
Tryna get my bands up
My bands up
My bands up
My bands up
I ain't tryna struggle, I'm just tryna hustle
Keep the glizzy tucked cause I ain't got the time to tussle
Main ones hold ya down claim they love you
But love don't put no food inside the cupboards
Or baddies under ya covers
From a city where they see you smile and take it off ya face
And if they need to feed they fam they coming take it off ya plate
Hustle 365 and we ain't taking off a day
Take a break and niggas try to take ya place man its cold
Bitches see you coming up and go to hoppin on ya nuts
I been hoppin out a Lex I came from hoppin on the bus
But I still need a Wraith and the Lamborghini truck
No tint gotta let em see me stunt they know what's up
Bitch back in my bag, MCM on the tag
I just came up on a lick split that shit with my mans
One eye open like Fetti, catching plays from the celly
If it ain't about some dough I just tell em
I ain't really got the time
I'm just out here hustling for mine
I ain't really got the time
But niggas just don't wanna see you shine
I'm just tryna get my bands up
My bands up
My bands up
My bands up
Tryna get my bands up
My bands up
My bands up
My bands up
If you ain't out here working you a leech
Niggas want the sauce but don't want pay the fee
Stack the dough til it's too high for me to reach
They don't believe we really drippin come and see
Bitch you know I'm fidna flex, every time we get a check
I'ma need a bigger screen to watch these niggas get upset
Need the boogers in the Rollie and the Audemar Piguet
Gotta leave my bitch at home cause she always try to get the set
I'm forever on my hustle I ain't got the time to rest
I'm too busy gettin to it all these haters know I'm next
Know somebody wit us got it don't you run up tryna test
Know I keep me one it's legal I'm gon holler self defense
Put my lawyer on the case and he gon eat that like a chip
Moving smarter on these niggas know they rather see ya slip
Never trip, that's why I be chillin laying low
Now ya know, if it ain't about some dough
I ain't really got the time
I'm just out here hustling for mine
I ain't really got the time
But niggas just don't wanna see you shine
I'm just tryna get my bands up
My bands up
My bands up
My bands up
Tryna get my bands up
My bands up
My bands up
My bands up
I'm just out here hustling for mine
I ain't really got the time
But niggas just don't wanna see you shine
I'm just tryna get my bands up
My bands up
My bands up
My bands up
Tryna get my bands up
My bands up
My bands up
My bands up
I ain't tryna struggle, I'm just tryna hustle
Keep the glizzy tucked cause I ain't got the time to tussle
Main ones hold ya down claim they love you
But love don't put no food inside the cupboards
Or baddies under ya covers
From a city where they see you smile and take it off ya face
And if they need to feed they fam they coming take it off ya plate
Hustle 365 and we ain't taking off a day
Take a break and niggas try to take ya place man its cold
Bitches see you coming up and go to hoppin on ya nuts
I been hoppin out a Lex I came from hoppin on the bus
But I still need a Wraith and the Lamborghini truck
No tint gotta let em see me stunt they know what's up
Bitch back in my bag, MCM on the tag
I just came up on a lick split that shit with my mans
One eye open like Fetti, catching plays from the celly
If it ain't about some dough I just tell em
I ain't really got the time
I'm just out here hustling for mine
I ain't really got the time
But niggas just don't wanna see you shine
I'm just tryna get my bands up
My bands up
My bands up
My bands up
Tryna get my bands up
My bands up
My bands up
My bands up
If you ain't out here working you a leech
Niggas want the sauce but don't want pay the fee
Stack the dough til it's too high for me to reach
They don't believe we really drippin come and see
Bitch you know I'm fidna flex, every time we get a check
I'ma need a bigger screen to watch these niggas get upset
Need the boogers in the Rollie and the Audemar Piguet
Gotta leave my bitch at home cause she always try to get the set
I'm forever on my hustle I ain't got the time to rest
I'm too busy gettin to it all these haters know I'm next
Know somebody wit us got it don't you run up tryna test
Know I keep me one it's legal I'm gon holler self defense
Put my lawyer on the case and he gon eat that like a chip
Moving smarter on these niggas know they rather see ya slip
Never trip, that's why I be chillin laying low
Now ya know, if it ain't about some dough
I ain't really got the time
I'm just out here hustling for mine
I ain't really got the time
But niggas just don't wanna see you shine
I'm just tryna get my bands up
My bands up
My bands up
My bands up
Tryna get my bands up
My bands up
My bands up
My bands up