Ronny J on the beat, bitch
Yeah, ew
Ew, racked up nigga
Ew, racked up shawty
Yeah

I stay banded up, I stay banded up
I stay banded up, I stay banded up
I get many fucks, she get plenty fucks
I don't wanna fuck, keep your panties up
I stay banded up, I stay banded up
I stay banded up, I stay banded up
I get many fucks, she get plenty fucks
I don't wanna fuck, keep your panties up

Bitch, I'm too expensive
Choppas too extensive
Please don't get too close, I go Gucci Ghost
I'm in Louis, ho, I'm in Louis, ho
I'm too rich to kids, I'm like Rich The Kid
Throw them bitches lips
Got her titties lifted
I'm just lit, I'm lifted
Had to tip my babe off
Had to get my waiver
I don't even need a Rollie, but I bought the Rollie
I don't even need a Jeep, but I bought the Jeep
I don't even want the top, I just wanna sleep
Yeah, I got too many eyes on me
I got two bitches and they got they thighs on me
I just broke my baby's heart so she cries on me
I just spent a little ticket so she flies for free (yeah, yeah, yeah)

I stay banded up, I stay banded up
I stay banded up, I stay banded up
I get many fucks, she get plenty fucks
I don't wanna fuck, keep your panties up
I stay banded up, I stay banded up
I stay banded up, I stay banded up
I get many fucks, she get plenty fucks (yuh)
I don't wanna fuck (yuh), keep your panties up (yuh uh)

I just came, she clean it up like Billy Mays (ha, ha)
She got lockjaw, I put my dick all in her face (ha, ha)
Her pussy hurt, might need a Band-Aid, a pussy bandit (yuh, yuh)
Don't kill my vibe, lil' bitch, why are you tripping?
You makin' me frantic (yeah, ayy)
Uno, dos, tres (huh)
Bitches givin' neck (huh)
If it's for a check (huh)
I might break a sweat (huh)
Like I'm Boonk, yeah, tune, yeah
I might leave you mad as fuck, oh true, yeah
These fuck niggas hittin' like they saying "ayy"

I stay banded up, I stay banded up
I stay banded up, I stay banded up
I get many fucks, she get plenty fucks
I don't wanna fuck, keep your panties up
I stay banded up, I stay banded up
I stay banded up, I stay banded up
I get many fucks, she get plenty fucks
I don't wanna fuck, keep your panties up

Bitch, I'm too expensive
Choppas too extensive
Please don't get too close, I go Gucci Ghost
I'm in Louis, ho, I'm in Louis, ho
I'm too rich to kids, I'm like Rich The Kid
Throw them bitches lips
Got her titties lifted
I'm just lit, I'm lifted
Had to tip my babe off
Had to get my waiver
I don't even need a Rollie, but I bought the Rollie
I don't even need a Jeep, but I bought the Jeep
I don't even want the top, I just wanna sleep
Yeah, I got too many eyes on me
I got two bitches and they got they thighs on me
I just broke my baby's heart so she cries on me
I just spent a little ticket so she flies for free (yeah, yeah, yeah)

I stay banded up, I stay banded up
I stay banded up, I stay banded up
I get many fucks, she get plenty fucks
I don't wanna fuck, keep your panties up
I stay banded up, I stay banded up
I stay banded up, I stay banded up
I get many fucks, she get plenty fucks
I don't wanna fuck, keep your panties up
Yuh

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Writer(s): Anthony Woart, Jahseh Onfroy, Ronald Spence Jr