(Chorus) X2
Fuck nigga I don't wanna be friends
I just wanna count bands
I just wanna count bands
I just wanna count bands
(Verse 1: Smiles Official)
If I wasn't rappin I would never leave the bando
So Official bra this bitch lit like a candle
Camoflauge black tee you could call me Rambo
On two phones probably talkin' to your main hoe
Turnt up, just because I gotta show my niggas love
Streets don't play fear gotta get dat bread up
I'm wit my nigga Mad Winnin and my nigga Mad Dog and my nigga Mack boy
know we keep dem things tucked
Cross over like A.I.
Ballin bitch I can't say why
Smoke good I stay high
Jet blue I stay fly
I ball hard you sideline
You on the bench you ride pine
Nina be my life line
Liquid Shield and Win Squad
(Chorus) X2
Fuck nigga I don't wanna be friends
I just wanna count bands
I just wanna count bands
I just wanna count bands
(Verse 2: Mad Winnin)
I been hustling nigga, getting bands
I know thats something that you can't stand
I can tell from the look in your eye
I'm certified till the day I die
I hustle hard selling crack pies
It's going dark before the shit dry
Young nigga been buck wild
Don't believe me ask my niggas smiles
Money to be made in every time zone
From Cali to Miami i get my grind on
Hit the club and get my shine on
These hoes love my diamonds
Smoking on some stupid strong
I need somebody just to take me home
I might need me a fucking crutch
Cuz reason being I can't stand up
Me and my niggas stay band up
20's 50's 100's and the candy truck
Flow master with the ostrich guts
Don't break hard cuz the thing tucked
If ya ass flinch then you out of luck
Shots out to my niggas from the slow bucks
Paper cuts from countin bands
I came up off selling yams