Bands - Chief Keef

Ain’t nothing 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

Fuck that nigga, he ain’t talking money

Call that nigga, he be talking about money

I be on that money shit

Nigga you be on that funny shit

Ring ring what’s on my phone, it’s money

Ding ding who’s at my home, it’s the motherfucking police, fuck

Riding in that foreign right now

Counting on these hundreds right now

I told that fuck nigga, pipe down

Fore we up these pipes, you get piped down

Gloed up, think I see the light now

Niggas snakes, I don’t fuck with that now

I’m a rich nigga right now

Finna go get some money right now

Ain’t nothing 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

Fuck that nigga, he ain’t talking money

Call that nigga, he be talking about money

I be on that money shit

Nigga you be on that funny shit

I’m running through this money quick

How could I forget not having shit

Now I just be buying shit

I’ma money making nigga you little son of bitch

Walk in the stores, I be trying shit

I try it then I buy the bitch

No I don’t buy a bitch

She suck me up for free I can’t deny the shit

Smoking tooka pack

Ruger on me, where your ruger at?

Finger licking bands, finger licking bands in my pants

I’m a walking lick, talking brick, talking shit

You little son of bitch get hit with this banana clip

I be popping shit, kicking shit, dropping shit

Pull up on your block, straight chopping shit

Pull up on my block and I’m chopping quick

Swerving, here the coppers is

They behind a nigga, tryna find a nigga

But I’m running nigga, they can’t grab a nigga