Bands Bussin lyrics

[Chorus]
All this work, all my bands' bussin'
Whoo
All this work, all my bands' bussin'
Whoo
Told shorty pop it for a hundred
All this work, all my bands' bussin'
Whoo
Young n*gga winning like it's nothing
Ooh
Young n*gga got the bands bussin'
Whoo
All this work, all my bands' bussin'
Whoo
All this work, all my bands' bussin'
Whoo

[Post-Chorus]
Oh my, oh my, oh my Lord
Jesus Christ [?]
Stacks on deck, all aboard
Counting cash on the floor

[Verse 1]
I am that n*gga officially
I need a whip that's from Italy
I need a b*tch with consistency
I take a shot of that liquor
b*tch I'm [?] from the [?]
I found how to get to it quicker
And split it with all of my n*ggas
All of my b*tches thicker
And shawty she roll up my Swisha'
One hunnid
Oh my lord
Christ Christ