Crush on Bands Lyrics

I been putting on for my city yeah

Spend about a thousand on my wrist yeah

Cook in mama kitchen servin’ fins yeah

Got my weight up from moving bricks yeah

She got a crush on them bands

Addicted to lean she lovin’ them xans

Hit up the mall, mink Fendi fur

I pull up with yams, I became the man

She got a crush on them bands

Wrist is so wet, it came out the tank

I'm gaining some weight, I’m moving some grams

Bankroll, skinny jeans, no room up in pockets

Money counter I brought a couple bands

She gonna pop it and do it with no hands

All my niggas do the money dance

Watch her move, watch her do her dance

She fell in love with these bands

Young bitch got a crush on bands

Young bitch got a crush on bands

Young bitch got a crush on bands

Young bitch got a crush on bands

She gonna pop and do it with no hands

She gonna pop and do it with no hands

Young bitch got a crush on bands

Young bitch got a crush on bands

Ring ring with them things

Bling bling drippy wrist

Excuse me, watch the mink

I’m sippin’ lean, don’t spill out my drink

VIP with the team

Big rings with the team

Blue lines on the green

She bad she on fleek

She got a crush on them bands

Keep it 100, no flex

NBK bezel on my chest

I can tell she gettin’ wet

I can tell she want a check

Sloppy toppy for the neck

She might make me blow a check

But I never payed for sex, yeah

Young bitch got a crush on bands

Young bitch got a crush on bands

Young bitch got a crush on bands

Young bitch got a crush on bands

She gonna pop and do it with no hands

She gonna pop and do it with no hands

Young bitch got a crush on bands

Young bitch got a crush on bands

Do the dance for the cash

Do the dance for the cash babe

I’m throwing bands all night

Throwing stacks all night babe

She got a crush on them bands

She got a crush on them bands

She got a crush on them bands

She got a crush on them bands

This aint your first time I see it in your face

I can tell you want a nigga with success

I can tell you want a nigga to throw them blues on you

Fuck around, I might throw jewels on you

She got a crash on them bands

Young bitch got a crush on bands

Young bitch got a crush on bands

Young bitch got a crush on bands

Young bitch got a crush on bands

She gonna pop and do it with no hands

She gonna pop and do it with no hands

Young bitch got a crush on bands

Young bitch got a crush on bands

She got a crush on the bands

She don’t talk to these broke boys

Unless money is the subject

She fell in love with Akirfa

Got her singing falsetto, she got a crush on them bands

Got her singing falsetto, throwin’ hundreds no tens