Lyrics Hoodrich Pablo Juan, Shad Da God, Gunna - 99 Bandz

99 Bandz Lyrics – Hoodrich Pablo Juan, Shad Da God, Gunna

Singer: Hoodrich Pablo Juan, Shad Da God, Gunna
Title: 99 Bandz

Me and Shad geekin’ on that syrup, drank a whole pint
No syrup if it’s all workin’
We don’t need no money counter like we count a hundred
We don’t need no money counter like we count a hundred

We don’t need no money counter like we count a hundred
We don’t need no money counter like we count a hundred
Ninety-nine bands, count that sh#t up in my hands
Ninety-nine bands and I could not pop the xan, ayy

Hundred fresh b#tch, no show, it was all worth
n#gg#s got it backwards, they ain’t trap, they tried to ball first
n#gg#s gotta hit first
Gotta bust a jugg first, gotta sell the dope first

Gotta hit a lick first, gotta reach a brick first
Gotta do some frauds first, gotta beat the odds first
Gotta dodge a lick it hurts, streets be hotter than the first
(What you on?), I’m high as a chinchilla fur

We sippin’ lean while we lurk, we lookin’ for his t-shirt
I gave that b#tch a perc first, a yellow perc
And I f#cked her ’til she squirt, and I f#cked her ’til she hurt
Trap cellphone ringin’, all it do is dirt

Chickens chickens, all it flip
They be curry, they be jerk
Chicken on the f#ckin’ syrup, made a thirty on a lurk
And we from by [?] Church

We don’t need no money counter like we count a hundred
We don’t need no money counter like we count a hundred
We don’t need no money counter like we count a hundred
We don’t need no money counter like we count a hundred

Ninety-nine bands, count that sh#t up in my hands
Ninety-nine bands and I could not pop the xan, ayy
Hundred fresh b#tch, no show, it was all worth
n#gg#s got it backwards, they ain’t trap, they tried to ball first

Yeah I gotta thank the lord at first
Now it’s Versace drawers and blue hundreds off of hard work
Gunna been stackin’ it tall, tell the truth, don’t know how much I’m worth
Gunna still drippin’ it all, Saint Laurent on all of my t-shirts

I’m gettin’ higher than Celine, percs up in my [?] tea
Call my six now, need my lean and percs, I’m an alien
I done flew that spaceship back to Earth, Bentley not the Benz
And my b#tch Chromehearts in college sure, got your b#tch in my bag

Let me stick my dick inside of her
Don’t take this for granted, had to go get this sh#t out the dirt
Ninety-nine bands in my pants, you know what these dollars worth
Count this cash with my hands, I do all the work

I put some diamonds in my chain, it look like Starburst, iced the Audemar first
Went and got the Rollie next, princess cuts mixed with baguettes
And my whole team got chains on, rings like the championships
n#gg# we ball like it’s rec, thick lil b#tch and we get wet

Ooh, call me PJ n#gg#, I’m signed to the private jets
Signed to them Ben Franklins, my wrist look like a fish tank
n#gg# I’m signed to the bank, I’m higher than a [?] pint
Chopsticks with no race, diamonds look like kryptonite

Superman tryna save that ho, I f#cked her last night
Worried ’bout that b#tch, you should be out here gettin’ your cash right
Ninety-nine bands came, I spent that on my blow chain
Avianne ice a new chain, and I put ice on my frame

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