I can, I can, I can I will, I am gon' count out them bands I bought a brand new time piece And it came with a bad bitch pants I bought a Pyrex pot put it next to my wrist And I look at it dance Dasher, Rudolph, and Prancer Percocet, molly, and xans

All alone, or in two's The ones who really love you Walk up and down outside the wall Some hand in hand And some gathered together in bands The bleeding hearts and the artists Make their stand And when they've given you their all Some stagger and fall,

Sweet Little Sixteen Deep in the heart of Texas And 'round the Frisco Bay All over St. Louis All the Cats wanna dance with In Pittsburgh, P. A. Way down in New Orleans 'Cause they'll be rockin on bandstand Way Down in New Orleans

Head down, pussy pussy popping Head down, pussy popping on a handstand On a handstand On my American bandstands Summer-salts, cartwheels bitch just keep on dancing Chinese splits-splits slide on down that pole-pole And feel this dick-dick getting out of

Count up bands with my best mans (Cook up grams with the left hand) Cook up grams with the left hand Left hand (left hand) Count up bands with both of my hands Cookin' up grams with the left hand Shout outs go out to all of my fans Dropped out of school

Get more bottles, these bottles are lonely It's a moment when I show up, got 'em sayin', "Wow" Hunnid bands in my pocket, it's on me Hunnid deep when I roll like the army It's a moment when I show up, got 'em sayin', "Wow" (wow, wow) Hunnid bands in my

Really heavy shit Ion't gotta check the balance It keep adding up Count it (hoe) Count it (bitch) Really gettin' hard to count it (hoe) Blue bands in my luggage Wrist is bluebell with the ice hoe (ice hoe)

Rich young nigga, put a bitch in her place (Well, alright) Make a hundred bands, I throw a fifty in the safe, ayy (Yeah) If you're talkin' money, gotta show it to my face (Got to) Well we the ones they love to hate, ayy, shouts out to the gang (Shout)

Do it all against the odds, baby, lord knows Going to the green 'fore I'm going blue All I know is more and more (aha) Putting on, homie, that's what I was born fo' (you know what this is) Hundred bands (yeah) Hundred bands All I know is more and more

In the trap like a caveman (Trap) I'm playin' with the M's I don't play with bands (M&M) Virgil with the Louis and it's out of France (Virgil) Richard Mille bitin' and it like to dance (Bite) Lamaborgini truck in the good stance (Skrrt) Oh, we got smoke?