Bands lyrics

[Intro]
Ain't nothin' good, ayy
DP on the beat

[Chorus]
Ain't nothin' good but finger licking bands
Lick off my thumb then I begin
One count, two count, money counting
I left my money counter at home, I'm here to count it
f*ck that n*gga, he ain't talkin' money
Call that n*gga, he talkin' 'bout money
I be on that money sh*t
n*gga, you be on that funny sh*t

[Verse 1]
Ring ring, what's on my phone? It's money
Ding ding, who's at my home? It's the motherf*cking police, f*ck 'em, ayy
Riding in that foreign right now, ayy
Counting on these hundreds right now, ayy
I told that f*ck n*gga, pipe down
'Fore we up these pipes and you get piped down
Glo up, think I see the light now
n*ggas snakes, I don't f*ck with thy now, ayy
I'm a rich n*gga right now
Finna go get some money right now, ayy
[Chorus]
Ain't nothin' good but finger licking bands
Lick off my thumb then I begin
One count, two count, money counting
I left my money counter at home, I'm here to count it
f*ck that n*gga, he ain't talkin' money
Call that n*gga, he talkin' 'bout money
I be on that money sh*t
n*gga, you be on that funny sh*t

[Verse 2]
I'm runnin' through this money quick
How could I forget not havin' sh*t?
Now I just be buyin' sh*t
I'm a money-making n*gga, you lil' son of b*tch
Walk in the stores, I be tryin' sh*t
I try it then I buy the b*tch
No, I don't buy a b*tch
She suck me up for free, I can't deny the sh*t
Ayy, smokin' Tooka pack
Ruger on me, where your Ruger at?
Finger lickin' bands, finger lickin' bands up in my pants, n*gga
I'm a walkin' lick, talkin' brick, talkin' sh*t
You lil' son of b*tch get hit with this banana clip
I be poppin' sh*t, kickin' sh*t, droppin' sh*t
Pull up on your block, straight choppin' sh*t
Pull up on my block and I'm choppin' quick
Swervin', here the coppers is
They behind a n*gga, tryna find a n*gga (DP on the beat)
But I'm running, n*gga, they can't grab a n*gga