Intro
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Is this guy serious?
Bm Em Em Bm
Is this guy serious or what?
Chorus
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Twenty bands, twenty bands, twenty bands
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Twenty bands, twenty bands, twenty bands
Em Bm
Twenty bands, twenty bands, twenty bands
D Em Bm
Twenty bands, twenty bands, twenty bands
Em Bm
Let it out, let it out, let it out
Verse
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I foresee the jealousy all in your eyes for sure
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Sure, they don't want to beef with my physique or my .44
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Sure, life is sweet, I'm by the beach, sand all on the feet
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By the seat, the time we meet, we'll leave em' by the shore
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Sure, pop a bean em' right to sleep sheets of my decor
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With privacy, she grind on me and sweep on my rapport, whore
Bm Em
Drama by the front door, pushing out the back door
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Trapping out the bando, leave em' by the trap door
Em Bm
Money bags, money bags
Em Bm
Ten bands, ten bands, ten bands (ten bands)
Em Bm
Drop the babies in the car seat, must be the Courvoisier
Em Bm
Tap on your boussie, valeting Cartier
Em Bm
Car keys to the Marcielago and Courtier
Em Bm
Wake up thankful everyday, feel like Sydney Portier
Em
Ayy ayy, soundbite, soundbite, woo
Bm Em
Cheat code, cheat code, L1, down, right
Bm
Damn right, damn right
The nigga who your sound like, sound like
Em
Demons fucking up my focus
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Head vultures, precious death, death rows
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Pockets full of dead folks
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Prada soles full of dead roaches
Em
And some cud I stepped on
Em
Waiting for her to get left
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On the same place, dead bodies get left on
G
But woke niggas get slept on
Em
Broke niggas get flexed on
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I really wish she had less on
G Em
I might fuck her with a dress on
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Scratching on me with her breasts on
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We ain't stopping til' the next song
Em Bm Em
Next song, next song, next song
Outro: Lil Yacthy
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Bm Em
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Ten bands, ten bands
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Money bags, money bags
Bm Em
Money bags, money bags
Bm Em
Ten bands, ten bands
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Ten bands, ten bands
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Ricky Owens on me look like Dom Pér
Bm Em
St. Laurents on me, I don't wear Vans