T-Wayne - Band It lyrics

[Hook: T-Wayne] First, let me hop out the muh f**in' Porsche First, let me hop out the muh f**in' Porsche First, let me hop out the muh f**in' Porsche First, let me hop out the muh f**in' Porsche First, let me hop out the muh f**in' Porsche First, let me hop out the muh f**in' Porsche First, let me hop out the muh f**in' Porsche First, let me hop out the muh f**in' Porsche First, let me hop out the muh f**in' Porsche [Verse 1: T-Wayne] First, let me hop out the muh f**in' Porsche Her man a bit lit like a muh f**in' torch And I don't want it if it ain't sittin' like a horse I be ballin', I be ballin' like score I'm sippin' lean and I can feel it in my body I'ma pull up on 'em like I'm Ricky Bobby I swear that I don't want your girl if she ain't co*ky I ain't got no kids but she still call me papi I got attitude, I got gratitude And like my mixtape, I got your girl comin' soon I been throwed off since I came out of the womb My flow ten times hotter than the month of June But you can have it, baby, I got 'em goin' crazy New paper flow, I'm gettin' paper on the daily And a chick got a plaque so I know they hate me But guess what? First, let me hop out the muh f**in [Hook: T-Wayne] First, let me hop out the muh f**in' Porsche First, let me hop out the muh f**in' Porsche First, let me hop out the muh f**in' Porsche First, let me hop out the muh f**in' Porsche First, let me hop out the muh f**in' Porsche First, let me hop out the muh f**in' Porsche First, let me hop out the muh f**in' Porsche First, let me hop out the muh f**in' Porsche [Verse 2: Ty Dolla $ign] First, let me hop out the all white Turbo My Vans all red like a gla** of the Merlot Wax on the joint make the muh f**a burn slow Every day I wake up, I get 25 pre-rolls Tinted the windows, I bought Forgiattos, I feel like the sh** Got my seat real low, real n***a sh** My 911 left your Panamera Your Carrera in my rearview mirror Two hundred bands, you can drive one of these Only f** with gangsters and strippers, no Yeez Pull up on your girl, bet she gon' hop in I turn up the music, got her head bobbin' Holdin' the peace, girl this sh** is not a lease Dolla $ign a beast, hundred K centerpiece Bombay and Hennessy, that's all my n***as drink I told her, first, let me hop out the muh f**in' [Hook: T-Wayne] First, let me hop out the muh f**in' Porsche First, let me hop out the muh f**in' Porsche First, let me hop out the muh f**in' Porsche First, let me hop out the muh f**in' Porsche First, let me hop out the muh f**in' Porsche First, let me hop out the muh f**in' Porsche First, let me hop out the muh f**in' Porsche First, let me hop out the muh f**in' Porsche [Verse 3: Chedda Da Connect] First let me hop out the all-black Pan' Touch down on a n***a just like Manning Middle finger up to these n***as, can't stand me Trapper of the year, b**h give me a Grammy Look at the flicka da wrist, look at the rims on that b**h Just hopped out the Porsche, look at the paint on that b**h I'm just drainin' these hoes like a faucet I'm just hangin' these n***as in my closet I'm stackin' up the money like government cheese 10 bands on some fresh new Louis Spendin' up the money like it came from overseas Porsche Cayenne, I done bought my girl 3 She puttin' that a** on me like a horsey Turned around and said, "n***a you can't afford me" I looked right back at her and I said to her "First let me hop out the muh f**in' Porsche" [Hook: T-Wayne] First, let me hop out the muh f**in' Porsche First, let me hop out the muh f**in' Porsche First, let me hop out the muh f**in' Porsche First, let me hop out the muh f**in' Porsche First, let me hop out the muh f**in' Porsche First, let me hop out the muh f**in' Porsche First, let me hop out the muh f**in' Porsche First, let me hop out the muh f**in' Porsche