I know you got plans, plans
I see you makin’ them, you makin’ plans on plans, yeah
Know you can do it with no hands
But at least let me give you advance
Spend 200 bands like this (You ain’t never)
You ain’t seen her, she bends like this (Nah)
Let me show you, hands like this
So let me show you (Yeah)
Now put your hands like this, uh
I’m on some other shit, my cup is full of ace
She got a trunk that’s full of bass, yeah
She ain’t paint the pretty on, it’s stuck up on her face, yeah
She wanna leave her city and come to where I stay, yeah
She really a freak the way she, on my, aye, yeah
Jump inside my ‘Rari, cut up on the interstate, yeah
Right hand on her, I can’t wait to see the cake, yeah
Steppin’ out of my whip, you turnin’ heads at the valet, yeah, shit
Fuck else could I say? Yeah
My shawty gettin’ to the bag, dawg, that’s somethin’ a nigga ain’t used to
Got her eyes on green, fuck a screen, fuck a Hulu
You fuckin’ up her plays, dawg, she seein’ red, no YouTube
Broke nigga can’t play it off, he stuck there, he glued
I been rich for a decade and the shit still feel new, I
Still ain’t got on no jet plane, I’m savin’ that for you, I
Just got a new check, sent a text, where you at?
200 on deck, now that’s a flex, where you at?
I know you got plans, plans
I see you makin’ them, you makin’ plans on plans, yeah
Know you can do it with no hands
But at least let me give you advance
Spend 200 bands like this (You ain’t never)
You ain’t seen her, she bends like this (Nah)
Let me show you, hands like this
So let me show you (Yeah)
Now put your hands like this, nah
Let me put you on some lamb chop shit, and off that Popeye’s
Tomahawk steaks and shit, won’t do no Five Guys
I like my bitch hood, know what I’m sayin’, with a lil’ bougie
Got a theatre in the house, know what I’m sayin’, we don’t do the movies
We ain’t doin’ Don Julio, we done stepped that shit up
I put candy on her Benz, we had to wet that shit up
We don’t never take luggage, we just shop when we land
When your bag big enough, you ain’t gotta make plans
Wake up one morning, you feel like you wanna slide, we go to Turks
Wake up one morning, you feelin’ a lil’ saved, we go to church
I remember bein’ in public school, I used to eat free lunch
Now a nigga wake up every morning and do what the fuck he want
I know you got plans, plans
I see you makin’ them, you makin’ plans on plans, yeah
Know you can do it with no hands
But at least let me give you advance
Spend 200 bands like this (You ain’t never)
You ain’t seen her, she bends like this (Nah)
Let me show you, hands like this
So let me show you (Yeah)
Now put your hands like this, nah
Other lyrics by Bryson Tiller:
200 Bands
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Burnout
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Finished
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