Huh, I want bands, I don't want no friends
(Money Musik)

I want bands (I want bands)
I don't even want no friends (no friends)
I do what I want and you do what you can (what you can)
You need a helpin' hand
I be in the field, thought I got a plan (got a plan, got a plan)
I'd hate to be ya mans
You missin' all ya mans
Missin' all ya mans
You missin' when you blam (you missin' when you blam)
Blunts all in ya hands
Blunts all in ya hands

Hopped out day Lexus, movin' kinda reckless
Took ya necklace, you heard me corrected
If she speakin' foreign, she can catch it
Catch 'em at the exit, add 'em to the check list
Then I hopped out the Lexus, totin' on the west end
From the west end, leavin' like it's Texas
Bitches talk a lot, need an exit
Fuckin' on a next bitch, smokin' on ya best friend (uh)
Then I chop it up, ah-ee
Like I now karate
I'ma black belt, you ain't even hardly
Walk and slap a shot, bang hockey
No Crosby, that's a hunnid
Nah probably, it's a pollie

I want bands (I want bands)
I don't even want no friends (no friends)
I do what I want and you do what you can (what you can)
You need a helpin' hand
I be in the field, thought I got a plan (got a plan, got a plan)
I'd hate to be ya mans
You missin' all ya mans
Missin' all ya mans
You missin' when you blam (you missin' when you blam)
Blunts all in ya hands
Blunts all in ya hands

Then I'm comin' up wit' the next hit for the check list
Hit the mall then I splurge, no check list
I think I'ma need some help when I exit
Stats high, street cred go check it
SMS him, "Did you get the message?"
Cousin texted, "Tested out my weapon"
I'm a fly ass nigga like a Pelican
Real ass nigga, I should be the president
What's all in ya hands? Always missin' when you blam
I'ma put it to ya man and then I hope it doesn't jam
Shorty dance on my hammer, yeah she know that I'm the man
She ain't fuckin' with you niggas 'cause she know that you a scam

I want bands (I want bands)
I don't even want no friends (no friends)
I do what I want and you do what you can (what you can)
You need a helpin' hand
I be in the field, thought I got a plan (got a plan, got a plan)
I'd hate to be ya mans
You missin' all ya mans
Missin' all ya mans
You missin' when you blam (you missin' when you blam)
Blunts all in ya hands
Blunts all in ya hands