Two hundred bands, all of this money and brick in the bank
The codeine and pills make it blurry
I won't end up buried like mike n' the homies in do Alazan
Moving the vans, i'm filled with too many xans
Remember when Romo and Curry were ballin Missouri
I don't understand, we made all this bands
I swear on my momma there's two hundred bands
Two hundred bands, all of this money and brick in the bank
The codeine and pills make it blurry
I won't end up buried like mike n' the homies in do Alazan
Moving the vans, i'm filled with too many xans
Remember when Romo and Curry were ballin Missouri
I don't understand, we made all this bands
I swear on my momma there's two hundred bands
Remember when we used to come up and go
I swear that the money and fame i don't want it no more
Hundred xans, hundred bands, i pull up with too much ice in my hands
The raris the bentleys they too much to handle i can't understand
With the drop top mass n' the crowd on top's when you know know
And the realest in the room is your homies n' the crews with them no no's
When you're all on top's just too hard too stop at them low lows
And you never gonna know when it's all about to go so just solo
Two hundred bands, all of this money and brick in the bank
The codeine and pills make it blurry
I won't end up buried like mike n' the homies in do Alazan
Moving the vans, i'm filled with too many xans
Remember when Romo and Curry were ballin Missouri
I don't understand, we made all this bands
I swear on my momma there's two hundred bands
When the money don't go, when you trippin on the low just to show moe
Swear i don't understand gotta brick in the bank n' my comma on grands
Seven forty twenty on my hands
My collar's spillin' millies on my bank
Taking one moe, hooked on the dope, the realest are sipping your moneys are gone
Kicking and tripping i won't end up dipping like Jordy and Morty you know
Money and hoes, take all the dope, thinking and tripping to carry the blow
Missing the demons i won't end up leaving like molly's are breezing just won't let me go
With the drop top mass n' the crowd on top's when you know know
And the realest in the room is your homies n' the crew with them no no's
When you're all on top's just too hard too stop at them low lows
And you never gonna know when it's all about to go so just solo
Two hundred bands, all of this money and brick in the bank
The codeine and pills make it blurry
I won't end up buried like mike n' the homies in do Alazan
Moving the vans, i'm filled with too many xans
Remember when Romo and Curry were ballin Missouri
I don't understand, we made all this bands
I swear on my momma there's two hundred bands
Two hundred bands, all of this money and brick in the bank
The codeine and pills make it blurry
I won't end up buried like mike n' the homies in do Alazan
Moving the vans, i'm filled with too many xans
Remember when Romo and Curry were ballin Missouri
I don't understand, we made all this bands
I swear on my momma there's two hundred bands