Bands on bands on bands, ya
Everybody know i'm the man, ya
100 thousand in Japan, ya
Treat these haters like a fan
They wanna go make it
They wanna go face it
They wanna add some autotune, ya
They finna fake it, like what's to lose
Cuz none of the hate really bother me
Yeah, Bigg K still in the poverty
Killin' the track, and I'm spillin the blood
Blue hundreds, flashed them up at the sun
Ain't nobody really know that I won
Cuz I made a hit, then said "I'm done"
But I really be lying, and finish the song
Just to go, and prove these people wrong
And they!
Call me under from the sand
Grains, fingers buried under my hands
Haters fight and leave in trance
Fans come to listen and dance
Ain't nobody really can
But I do again and again
Call me predictable, but I made plans
Ain't nobody really know how I been
Like They've asked, and been a friend
But they went and left, were better than
Thinkin' about lotta fake friends, ya
Thinkin' about lotta dead ends... ya
Ay
Bands on bands on bands, ya
Everybody know i'm the man, ya
100 thousand in Japan, ya
Treat these haters like a fan
I been just having this dish
I been just having this fish
I been just tryin to kill this track, hope I don't miss (bich)
Ay
Bands on bands on bands, ya
Everybody know i'm the man, ya
100 thousand in Japan, ya
Treat these haters like a fan
Treat these haters like a fan
Suffrage for the fans
Cuz, Everybody knows that... I'm the motherf*ckin'man
They be asking for the weed
Like they tryin go OD
But I just pulled in the fari like what the f*ck, is that really what you need?
Cause I got the remedy
Paid twenty for the lease
Hop on this and burst through the scene
Get the stacks, if you know what I mean
Diamonds they wet like the motherf*ck erseas!
Call me the one, got saved in need
Then saved my paper, had to proofread
New house, new title deed
Bands on bands on bands, ya
Everybody know i'm the man, ya
100 thousand in Japan, ya
Treat these haters like a fan
Thinkin that they they gonna settle me
Foot down like a stampede
I got all the blue-greens
Too many bands please!
Bands on bands on bands, ya
Everybody know i'm the man, ya
100 thousand in Japan, ya
Treat these haters like a fan
Thinkin that they they gonna settle me
Foot down like a stampede
I got all the blue-greens
Too many bands please!
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Bands on bands on bands, ya
Everybody know i'm the man, ya
100 thousand in Japan, ya
Treat these haters like a fan
They wanna go make it
They wanna go face it
They wanna add some autotune, ya
They finna fake it, like what's to lose
Cuz none of the hate really bother me
Yeah, Bigg K still in the poverty
Killin' the track, and I'm spillin the blood
Blue hundreds, flashed them up at the sun
Ain't nobody really know that I won
Cuz I made a hit, then said "I'm done"
But I really be lying, and finish the song
Just to go, and prove these people wrong
And they!
Call me under from the sand
Grains, fingers buried under my hands
Haters fight and leave in trance
Fans come to listen and dance
Ain't nobody really can
But I do again and again
Call me predictable, but I made plans
Ain't nobody really know how I been
Like They've asked, and been a friend
But they went and left, were better than
Thinkin' about lotta fake friends, ya
Thinkin' about lotta dead ends... ya
Ay
Bands on bands on bands, ya
Everybody know i'm the man, ya
100 thousand in Japan, ya
Treat these haters like a fan
I been just having this dish
I been just having this fish
I been just tryin to kill this track, hope I don't miss (bich)
Ay
Bands on bands on bands, ya
Everybody know i'm the man, ya
100 thousand in Japan, ya
Treat these haters like a fan
Treat these haters like a fan
Suffrage for the fans
Cuz, Everybody knows that... I'm the motherf*ckin'man
They be asking for the weed
Like they tryin go OD
But I just pulled in the fari like what the f*ck, is that really what you need?
Cause I got the remedy
Paid twenty for the lease
Hop on this and burst through the scene
Get the stacks, if you know what I mean
Diamonds they wet like the motherf*ck erseas!
Call me the one, got saved in need
Then saved my paper, had to proofread
New house, new title deed
Bands on bands on bands, ya
Everybody know i'm the man, ya
100 thousand in Japan, ya
Treat these haters like a fan
Thinkin that they they gonna settle me
Foot down like a stampede
I got all the blue-greens
Too many bands please!
Bands on bands on bands, ya
Everybody know i'm the man, ya
100 thousand in Japan, ya
Treat these haters like a fan
Thinkin that they they gonna settle me
Foot down like a stampede
I got all the blue-greens
Too many bands please!
Everybody know i'm the man, ya
100 thousand in Japan, ya
Treat these haters like a fan
They wanna go make it
They wanna go face it
They wanna add some autotune, ya
They finna fake it, like what's to lose
Cuz none of the hate really bother me
Yeah, Bigg K still in the poverty
Killin' the track, and I'm spillin the blood
Blue hundreds, flashed them up at the sun
Ain't nobody really know that I won
Cuz I made a hit, then said "I'm done"
But I really be lying, and finish the song
Just to go, and prove these people wrong
And they!
Call me under from the sand
Grains, fingers buried under my hands
Haters fight and leave in trance
Fans come to listen and dance
Ain't nobody really can
But I do again and again
Call me predictable, but I made plans
Ain't nobody really know how I been
Like They've asked, and been a friend
But they went and left, were better than
Thinkin' about lotta fake friends, ya
Thinkin' about lotta dead ends... ya
Ay
Bands on bands on bands, ya
Everybody know i'm the man, ya
100 thousand in Japan, ya
Treat these haters like a fan
I been just having this dish
I been just having this fish
I been just tryin to kill this track, hope I don't miss (bich)
Ay
Bands on bands on bands, ya
Everybody know i'm the man, ya
100 thousand in Japan, ya
Treat these haters like a fan
Treat these haters like a fan
Suffrage for the fans
Cuz, Everybody knows that... I'm the motherf*ckin'man
They be asking for the weed
Like they tryin go OD
But I just pulled in the fari like what the f*ck, is that really what you need?
Cause I got the remedy
Paid twenty for the lease
Hop on this and burst through the scene
Get the stacks, if you know what I mean
Diamonds they wet like the motherf*ck erseas!
Call me the one, got saved in need
Then saved my paper, had to proofread
New house, new title deed
Bands on bands on bands, ya
Everybody know i'm the man, ya
100 thousand in Japan, ya
Treat these haters like a fan
Thinkin that they they gonna settle me
Foot down like a stampede
I got all the blue-greens
Too many bands please!
Bands on bands on bands, ya
Everybody know i'm the man, ya
100 thousand in Japan, ya
Treat these haters like a fan
Thinkin that they they gonna settle me
Foot down like a stampede
I got all the blue-greens
Too many bands please!
Writer: Kaden Johnson
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid