Indica - Bands lyrics

[Hook 1: Curt McGurt] Get a call, cut it off Hit my raw, get so high Money low, get it tall Get it all, get it all I need bands, I need bands, I need bands Get it all, get it all I need bands, I need bands, I need bands I need bands, I need bands, I need bands I'mma get it all [Verse 1: Curt McGurt] I'm in love with my doja Pour this drank in my soda They wonder why I get so high I'm turning up to my flow right You all love me with no choice I'm about my money you some broke boys I'm scheming up for that Rolls Royce I smoke a lot, you got no noise I got some purple Nobody fake in my circle I'm geeked up like Erkel If they want the work bring Obama work 'em They thought they was sick I'mma nurse 'em My crew off the Bourbon, b**h you a burden You treat me so different in person You acting brand new like you from Jersey Ain't established Fetty but it make sense It don't make sense unless it makes dollars You a straight thot, I'm so fake not If it ain't hot then you ain't popping I'mma keep grinding, b**h I ain't stopping I'mma get it all, you ain't finna ball I've been going hard, I ain't said it all I've been going nuts, now you finna fall [Bridge: Curt McGurt] Got some drink in my cup so you know I'm drinking Got some drank in my cup so you know I'm dranking Ya, ya, ya, ya, pour a cup, pour a cup Ya, ya, ya, ya, uh [Hook 2: Curt McGurt & Indica] Get a call, cut it off Hit my raw, get so high Money low, get it tall Get it all, get it all I need bands, I need bands, I need bands I need bands, I need bands, I need bands Tryna get it all, tryna get it all I need bands, I need bands, I need bands I'mma ball, I need bands, I need bands I'mma ball, get it all, hit my raw Y'all turnt, y'all turnt, get it all Get it all, I need bands, I need bands I need bands, I need bands, I need bands (Yeah, I need bands, I need alcohol) (Yeah, I need bands, I need d** and all) [Verse 2: Indica] Finnessing, I can't stop finnessing All the d**, yeah, I can't stop digesting It's low-key, let's stay off the record Instinct when I'm rapping I don't do suggestions I just got the focus make these b**hes notice yeah Don't f** with commotion we stay with the motion I stay with the drive everywhere I ride Keep her on my side, vicin in my eye We stay with the chore, got that Fader law Pop that from the trap, no no I can rap Oh she got that a** need to pay that back If she f** me right I might call her back I need bands, I need, I need bands I need bands, I need, I need bands I need bands, I need alcohol I need bands, I need d** and all