[Intro: Joyner Lucas & Timbaland]
Uh
Uh-huh
Frikki-frikki-frikki
[Chorus: Joyner Lucas]
Ten bands (Uh), twenty bands (What?)
She'll do anything for a couple grand (Uh)
Never had no money, but she love to dance (What?)
I gave all my money back to Uncle Sam (Frikki)
My ex-bitch still want another chance (What?)
Man, I swear I'll never fall in love again (Uh)
I done came up, I'm the fuckin' man (What?)
Me and Timbaland got other plans (Frikki-frikki)
[Verse 1: Joyner Lucas]
You don't really know what you up against (Yeah)
Boy, you know I always had the upper hand (Woo)
You ain't never been through the struggle, man (Bah)
Homemade grits in the oven pan (Uh)
You don't run shit, you don't wanna dance (No)
Two shots, make him do the Running Man (Uh)
And they say love is a drug (Uh-huh)
Man, I swеar I'll never take drugs again (Frikki-frikki, uh)
I tradеd my bike for a hoopty (Hoopty)
Traded my hoopty for a Honda (Honda)
Traded my Honda for a Panther (Yeah)
I just got a crib in Wakanda (Woo)
I never been into the drama (Drama)
Never been a fan of designer (Uh)
All I really got is one wish (What's that?)
A one night stand with Madonna (Hoo)
Think I gotta hit 'em with the head bust (Head bust, uh-huh)
This is for them days when they made me ride the motherfuckin' sped bus (Hey, uh-huh)
And this is for them days when my teachers told me I should go and sell drugs
Niggas went to jail, ain't nobody put the bail up
Shawty had the money, but she went and got her hair done
Niggas hated on me, but I never really cared much, goddamn
[Chorus: Joyner Lucas]
Ten bands (Yeah), twenty bands (Woah)
She'll do anything for a couple grand (Yeah)
Never had no money, but she love to dance (Bah)
And I gave all my money back to Uncle Sam (Uh)
My ex-bitch still want another chance (Yeah)
Man, I swear I'll never fall in love again (What?)
And they say love is a drug (Uh-huh)
[Verse 2: Vin The Kid]
Hundred bands, triples bands
Fly like i'm Timbaland, ain’t saying Zimmerman (Nah)
Trying to be something different, they don’t wanna make amends (yah)
Kids got the whole world in they hands
They choose to take Xans, they don’t give a damn
They don’t got a plan, cause they don’t understand
Im a king, this is my land (Yuh)
Me and Joyner got a couple bands
Add that shit up, and we up in the grands (Yuh)
Add that shit up and we got 10 bands
Keep talking shit, imma make you dance (Pow)
I ain’t that type of guy, but I got another side
I just wanna chill and vibe (Yuh)
I don’t wanna kill the vibe
I just wanna make a couple bands, Ten Bands
Back to Joyner with the upper hand
[Chorus: Joyner Lucas]
Ten bands, twenty bands (Woo)
She'll do anything for a couple grand (Yeah)
Never had no money, but she love to dance (Yeah)
I gave all my money back to Uncle Sam
My ex-bitch still want another chance (Yeah)
Man, I swear I'll never fall in love again (Uh)
Someone said love is a drug (Uh-huh)
[Verse 3: Joyner Lucas]
Men lie, women lie, niggas lie, yeah
I'ma ride long as I am alive, woah
Homicide, kill 'em like genocide, yeah
Get it on camera, televise, woah
ADHD, identify, huh?
Look at my feelings, I'm civilized, yeah
Analyzed, and I might spend a night with a dyke
Get her right, bitch, if I hit it right, huh
I remember scraping up the quarters (Uh-huh, quarters)
Drinkin' from the sink to get some water (Uh-huh, water)
Tryna pay the rent, I couldn't afford it (Uh-huh)
Stressin' made a nigga bipolar (Uh-huh, woo)
Washing machine out of order (Uh-huh, order)
Nigga had to hustle on the corner (Uh-huh, corner)
Now I'm back and forth from the border
Savin' up hoes like a hoarder (Frikki-frikki-frikki)
[Chorus: Joyner Lucas]
Ten bands (Woo), twenty bands (What?)
She'll do anything for a couple grand (Yeah)
Never had no money, but she love to dance (Woo)
I gave all my money back to Uncle Sam
My ex-bitch still want another chance (Ayy)
Man, I swear I'll never fall in love again
I done came up, I'm the fuckin' man (Woo)
Me and Timbaland got other plans (Woo)
You don't really know what you up against (Woo)
Boy, you know I always had the upper hand (Woo)
You ain't never been through the struggle, man (Woo)
Homemade grits in the oven pan
You don't run shit, you don't wanna dance (Woo)
Two shots, make him do the Running Man
Someone said love is a drug (Uh-huh)
I don't ever wanna take drugs again
[Outro: Joyner Lucas & Timbaland]
Frikki-frikki, uh
Uh
Frikki-frikki-frikki, uh
