200 Bands Lyrics – Bryson Tiller

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[Chorus: Bryson Tiller]
I know you got plans, plans
I see you making ’em, you making plans on plans
Yeah, know you can do with no hands
But at least let you give you advances
Spend two hundred bands like this
You ain’t never seen fifty bands like this, no, yeah
So let me show you, hands like this
So let me show you, yeah
And put your hands like this

[Verse 1: Bryson Tiller, Bryson Tiller & T-Pain, T-Pain]

I’m on some other s*it, my cup is full of Ace
She got a truck that’s full of bass
Yeah, she ain’t paint the pretty on, it’s stuck up on her face
Yeah, she wanna leave her city and come to where I stay, yeah
She really a freak the way she — on my, ayy, yeah
Jump inside my ride, cut off on the interstate, yeah
Right hand on her, ah, I can’t wait to see the cake, yeah
Stepping out of my whip, you turning heads at the valet, yeah
S*it, fu*k else can I say? Yeah
My shawty get to the bag, dog, that’s something the gang used to
Got her eyes on green, fu*k a stream, fu*k a Hulu
You fu*king up her place, dog, she seeing red, no YouTube
Broke nig’ can’t play it off, he stuck there, he glued (Ooh)
I been rich for a decade and s*it still feel new (Ooh)
I still ain’t got on no jet plane, I’m saving that for you (Ooh)
I just got a new check, send a text, where you at? (Ooh)
Two hundred on that, now that’s a flex, where you at?

[Chorus: Bryson Tiller, Bryson Tiller & T-Pain, T-Pain]
I know you got plans, plans
I see you making ’em, you making plans on plans (Ooh)
Yeah, know you can do with no hands
But at least let you give you advances
Spend two hundred bands like this
You ain’t never seen fifty bands like this, no, yeah

So let me show you, hands like this
So let me show you, yeah
And put your hands like this now

[Verse 2: Plies]
Let me put you on some lamb chop s*it and off that Popeye
Talking ’bout (??) steaks and s*it, won’t do no Five Guys
I like my b!tch hood, know what I’m saying, with a lil’ bougi
ot a lil’ theatre in the house, no, I won’t go to the movies
We ain’t doing Don Julio, we done stepped that s*it up
I put (??) on the
Bim, we had to wet that s*it up
We won’t never take luggage, we just shop when we land
When your bag big enough, you ain’t gotta make plans
Wake up one morning, feel like you wanna slide, we go to Turks
Wake up one morning, you feeling a lil’ saint, we go to church
I remember being in public school like used to eat free lunch
Now a n!gga wake up every morning do what the fu*k he want

[Chorus: Bryson Tiller, Bryson Tiller & T-Pain, T-Pain]
I know you got plans, plans
I see you making ’em, you making plans on plans (Ooh)
Yeah, know you can do with no hands
But at least let you give you advances
Spend two hundred bands like this
You ain’t never seen fifty bands like this, no, yeah (Oh)
So let me show you, hands like this
So let me show you, yeah
And put your hands like this now