Uvaune - 3 Bandz Lyrics

I want a stack so big that it has three bands on it
Chopping every day like I am going in on them
Flying to Jamaica you know that I have got an entourage
And I'm shot-calling, you know that I'm balling
2019 is going to be my year
Never stopping only thing that stopped lately is drinking beer
Making money now it's funny that you call me queer
I could make in two days what you make in a year
Twenty-one and savage on these mother f*ckers
Let them fear me
Taking the stage yah let them hear me
Oh, oh
Oh, oh
She calling but I never show any emotion
You know I'm balling but I never know
Who's all in cause we're ready at the show
And we're ready, about to explode
And we're never going to stop
If you don't know
Now you know
Homie gotta shine
Homie gotta grind
Homie chase them dollar signs
And you'll feel fine
Homie gotta shine
Homie gotta grind
Chase them dollar signs
And you'll feel fine
Yah
One brick, and now two brick
Three brick, and now Four
We chop it down homie
You know I want to make some more
Wait
One brick, and now two brick
Now, three bricks we scored
We kicking in the door, waving the 44
Until it ate Nine
Homie I'm a go shine
I'll chase them dollar signs
Homie go grind
Feeling divine
The only time that I'm feeling alive
When I feel the bass deep inside my spine
Spitting to your face
F*ck your dollar signs
Aiming for the bigger digits
Get out of my place
Know this is not the race
But I'm going to set my pace
Know that I brought some f*cking bitches
Don't get it twisted
I'm not about to pull some digits
I got a lot of love for these women
She's calling but I never show any emotion
You know I'm balling but I never know
Who's all in cause we're ready at the show
And we're ready, about to explode
And we're never going to stop
If you don't know
Now you know
Homie gotta shine
Homie gotta grind
Homie chase them dollar signs
And you'll feel fine
Homie gotta shine
Homie gotta grind
Chase them dollar signs
And you'll feel fine