Lyrics to Counting Bands
Ay, ay, ay
Ay, ay, ay (Skrrt)
Ridin' in the foreign, it's a brand new Lamborghini
Shawty said she with me till the end, I wanna see it
I'ma roll this dope up ridin' round strap counting bands, yeah
Lil' shawty say she really dig my swag, that I'm handsome
I told Jakia grandma, don't you ever call me grandson
No, that bitch can't get my number, mama know I ain't got no manners
I really spent over $300, 000 on designer clothes and some jewelry
I really post up in them project housing, Balmain on my denim and Louis V
Let's hop on the jet and go fly to an island, lil' shawty, I'm talking 'bout you and me
It's the feeling you give me, I can't live without it, lil' mama, you don't know what you do to me
Lil' shawty a baddie she look like a blasian
First nigga to have it, that's why she my baby
She keep it real, no, she never be fakin'
We throw up Crip that's the way I made her
Kiss on the lip like I'm coming back later
Run up a mill and then go to Jamaica
House in the hill, we gon' ball like the Lakers
30 round clip and it came with the laser
Hit him with them rubber bands, yeah
I might youngin' 50, 000, hit your mans up
I gave her my heart and she held it for ransom
Gucci, Fear Of God, Ferragamo blue bandana
I just want to pour some more codeine in my Fanta
I always keep that 30/30 loaded on my Mantel
Purple baby smoking, brodie always tryna blam something
I just wanna post up with the dope fiends in Savannah
I'ma roll this dope up ridin' round strap counting bands, yeah
Lil' shawty say she really dig my swag, that I'm handsome
I told Jakia grandma, don't you ever call me grandson
No, that bitch can't get my number, mama know I ain't got no manners
I really spent over $300, 000 on designer clothes and some jewelry
I really post up in them project housing, Balmain on my denim and Louis V
Let's hop on the jet and go fly to an island, lil' shawty, I'm talking 'bout you and me
It's the feeling you give me, I can't live without it, lil' mama, you don't know what you do to me
Ay, ay, ay (Skrrt)
Ridin' in the foreign, it's a brand new Lamborghini
Shawty said she with me till the end, I wanna see it
I'ma roll this dope up ridin' round strap counting bands, yeah
Lil' shawty say she really dig my swag, that I'm handsome
I told Jakia grandma, don't you ever call me grandson
No, that bitch can't get my number, mama know I ain't got no manners
I really spent over $300, 000 on designer clothes and some jewelry
I really post up in them project housing, Balmain on my denim and Louis V
Let's hop on the jet and go fly to an island, lil' shawty, I'm talking 'bout you and me
It's the feeling you give me, I can't live without it, lil' mama, you don't know what you do to me
Lil' shawty a baddie she look like a blasian
First nigga to have it, that's why she my baby
She keep it real, no, she never be fakin'
We throw up Crip that's the way I made her
Kiss on the lip like I'm coming back later
Run up a mill and then go to Jamaica
House in the hill, we gon' ball like the Lakers
30 round clip and it came with the laser
Hit him with them rubber bands, yeah
I might youngin' 50, 000, hit your mans up
I gave her my heart and she held it for ransom
Gucci, Fear Of God, Ferragamo blue bandana
I just want to pour some more codeine in my Fanta
I always keep that 30/30 loaded on my Mantel
Purple baby smoking, brodie always tryna blam something
I just wanna post up with the dope fiends in Savannah
I'ma roll this dope up ridin' round strap counting bands, yeah
Lil' shawty say she really dig my swag, that I'm handsome
I told Jakia grandma, don't you ever call me grandson
No, that bitch can't get my number, mama know I ain't got no manners
I really spent over $300, 000 on designer clothes and some jewelry
I really post up in them project housing, Balmain on my denim and Louis V
Let's hop on the jet and go fly to an island, lil' shawty, I'm talking 'bout you and me
It's the feeling you give me, I can't live without it, lil' mama, you don't know what you do to me
