Intro: Byron Juane
Worth it, yeah, yeah
Yeah, she worth it
Ayy, yeah, yeah she
Uh, hold up, ayy
Chorus: Byron Juane
Got worth like cash
Not a dime, think she more like a stack, uh
And these bands gon’ last, uh
Whole life on max
Shawty got worth like cash
Not a dime, think she more like a stack (Hold up)
And these bands gon’ last (Hold up)
Whole life on max, uh
Refrain: Wande
Ayy, yo, don’t think they understand, gotta pull up with the bands if you wanna have me, what you thought though? (Oh, yeah)
I ain’t really like to drink, I’ma tell you what I think if you gotta roll the dank, ain’t my type, bro (Ooh)
Pre-Chorus: Wande & Byron Juane
Really I ain’t dealin’ with it
You gotta show with your life if you really with it
‘Cause see, a lot of people talk, but they really fibbin’ (Yeah)
They tryna walk into my life tryna have my children (Yeah)
I got the Lord on my side and He stay with me (Yeah)
“God first” in your bio, ain’t amazing to me
I can’t let just anybody come and hang with me
You gotta be about that life to be bae to me
Chorus: Byron Juane
Got worth like cash
Not a dime, think she more like a stack, uh
And these bands gon’ last, uh
Whole life on max
Shawty got worth like cash
Not a dime, think she more like a stack (Hold up)
And these bands gon’ last (Hold up)
Whole life on max, ayy
Verse 1: Wande
Yeah, ayy
Now I think you really startin’ to get it (Yeah)
Baby, I’m a queen, that’s how I’m livin’ (Okay)
All in my design how I’m invented
So if you’re comin’ at me basic, boy, you trippin’
Way I’m livin’, only lettin’ real ones up in the building
Not just feeling, yeah, I’m talkin’ real ones who want commitment
Been concealing, only lettin’ ones see all that we revealin’
That’s just wisdom ’cause I’ve met a ton, really they just children playin’ games
Boy, I met the Lord, I ain’t never been the same (Yeah)
Money ain’t impressing, really, neither is your fame (Ayy)
Wanna see your heart, baby, show me, is you changed?
‘Fore I end up in some chains, are you feelin’ what I’m sayin’?
Pre-Chorus: Wande & Byron Juane
‘Cause really I ain’t dealin’ with it
You gotta show with your life if you really with it
‘Cause see, a lot of people talk, but they really fibbin’
They tryna walk into my life tryna have my children (Brr, yeah)
I got the Lord on my side and He stay with me
“God first” in your bio, ain’t amazing to me
I can’t let just anybody come and hang with me
You gotta be about that life to be bae to me
Chorus: Byron Juane
Ayy
Got worth like cash
Not a dime, think she more like a stack, uh
And these bands gon’ last, uh
Whole life on max
Shawty got worth like cash
Not a dime, think she more like a stack (Hold up)
And these bands gon’ last (Hold up)
Whole life on max
Verse 2: Byron Juane
Yeah
Gotta know where she be like she Cardi (Okurr)
Let me go get this started (Brr)
In a world full of Jeeps she Ferrari (Skrt)
Gotta keep with the pace like it’s mileage
When it comes to my baby, I gas
Shawty a bag, ain’t she more like a stack?
And her friends got degrees
You can’t come at no angle like mathematics
Ain’t her time too expensive like new Pateks?
Ain’t that time so pricey? That’s nicely said
Baby been so icy like snow-filled sleds
She ain’t looking for no hand out like she asked for it
Step correct or you bounce like you just exported
Like you just??”ayy
Outro: Wande
Yo, don’t think they understand, gotta pull up with the bands if you wanna have me, what you thought though? Uh (Thought though, thought though, thought though, thought though)
I ain’t really like to drink, I’ma tell you what I think if you gotta roll the dank, ain’t my type, bro (Type, bro, type, bro, type, bro, type, bro)
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