Throw Sum lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah
You want bands on it, bands on it, bands on his head (Ha, ha)
Now watch me dance on it, dance on it (They don't do no sh*t like this though)
Money got me feed (Ayy, call up)
(In the Arena!)
(Let's go)

[Chorus]
Throw some bands on it, bands on it, bands on the jet (Err)
I might dance on it, dance on it, dance on this baguette (Ay)
Put the beam on it, beam on it, beam right on his head (Ugh)
Boy we demonic, demonic (Err), they might hear what I said
Oh yeah this Richard Mille watch, yeah, you can slid, you can sled (Yeah, lets go)
And you said that that's yo wifey, but we both laid up in bed
Boy I got like 2 shots, I'm too hot, I won't miss (Yeah)
And I know a bad b*tch, and she gonna lick, got me sick

[Verse]
'Bout to go shop up, we gon' hit the mall
Got the new season Prada, a typical day (Phew, phew)
And I got bad b*tches suckin' my di*k when I walk in the buildin', I did it this way (Uh)
And a whole lotta money on me, 'cause I did this sh*t straight from the bottom, didn't happen today (Let's go)
I'ma be high 'til I die, I'm alive right now but I still been livin' this way (Yeah, yeah)
That's just bad, all that sh*t too fast now
We put 40 pounds on a jet, but that's too fat now (Shh)
I'ma get my money, I might scam, I might take it (Err)
I been doin' this sh*t for real, and all these kids just fakin' (Yeah)
(I ain’t saying that I gang bang but I got boys who shoot) (Phew)
I'on give a f*ck about fame, fame, I just want my loot (Let's go)
All you kids say the same things, they just want his truth (Yeah)
Diamonds all on my b*tch, all on my wrist, and all on my tooth (Let's go)
We can't f*ck no more 'cause you just played me for a fool (That's right)
And when I'm off this f*ckin' oxy, I might say some sh*t not true (Alright)
This a real light day, fifteen hunnid on my shoe (Light)
I'on give a f*ck about nothin', I just care about you (Huh)
Woke up in L.A. sunny, yeah, just look at that view (Yeah)
b*tch look at all this money, yeah, yeah, sh*t a lil' cute (Yeah)
Yeah, lil' freak want me in her tummy, this sh*ts the truth
Yeah, I went and bought me some NUMBER (N)INE, yeah, and some Maison Margiela for you (Let's go)
[Chorus]
Throw some bands on it, bands on it, bands on the jet (Err)
I might dance on it, dance on it, dance on this baguette (Ay)
Put the beam on it, beam on it, beam right on his head (Ugh)
Boy we demonic, demonic (Err), they might hear what I said
Oh yeah this Richard Mille watch, yeah, you can slid, you can sled (Yeah, lets go)
And you said that that's yo wifey, but we both laid up in bed
Boy I got like 2 shots, I'm too hot, I won't miss (Yeah)
And I know a bad b*tch, and she gonna lick, got me sick

[Outro]
(I'm the band man) (Uh, uh, I'm the, uh, uh)
I just talked to demon, I just talk to mmm
I just talked to demon, I just talk to mmm (Bean)
(I just talked to devil, the type of devil)