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BAND4BAND Lyrics

[Verse 1: Central Cee]

I'm not in the mood cah my flight delayed

So I jumped on a private jet and I'm askin' the pilot the ETA

Lambo' parked on the landin' strip, everyone in my gang and my DJ paid

Why's my man talkin' 'bout inshallah? These times, he don't even pray

Why's my man wearing a Jesus piece?

How does she squeeze in them jeans? Big behind and petitest waist

Take time with the GBG, we don't beef nobody like GBK

Woke up on the wrong side of bed, so he's gonna get slappеd if I don't have my P's today

I love my young boy, I won't lead him 'stray, I'm stuck to Lil Bro likе PVA

Paid already, I don't need no hit song

We don't need ID, Lil Bro seventeen in the club, he ain't scrollin' TikTok

F's just saw him a thick one, "Which one? Who do you want, bro? Pick one"

If I shoot my shot, I'll hit one, matter of time till I get them all ticked off

Alright

[Chorus: Central Cee & Lil Baby]

We can go band for band

Fuck that, we can go M for M

Quarter mil' for the Maybach truck

Double R with the factory rims

I got the 90, the Urus, the Virgil, the Brabus, I'm really a threat

It's got to the point that I don't even care

I got jewels in the safe that I don't even wear

[Verse 2: Lil Baby & Central Cee]

Uh, bro'll do it for some shoes and some clothes, you'll see what he'll do for a necklace

'Rari truck look like a spider, it's crawlin' a dollar on just accessories (Damn)

She made me wanna go harder, I like her whole aura, I think I'm obsessed with her

They hit him up on his birthday, did him the worst way, he had a death wish

I get right under they skin, I don't even try, I guess I can't help that shit

I'ma have love for bro for life if we talk or not, I step with him, nigga

Of course you can beat me at talkin', ain't no back-and-forth, wait 'til we catch up with them niggas

Knockin' a bag and makin' the opposite mad, I done fell in love with it

UK Selfridges with a cute one (Ooh)

Bank account look good, this a new one (Yeah)

You the type like to type on computers (Wow)

Got a mask, but he ain't no shooter (Haha)

Top ten, but she don't act bougie

Me and your friends can go to Aruba

Hit France, it depend on my mood

This a Maybach van, this ain't no Uber

We can go band for band

Fuck that, we can go M for M

Mama got a body like Kim and them

Mama been killin' that gym

We can go watch for watch, from chain to chain, the rings, I'm him

I done got rich, but I'm still with the shit, land in London and go to the ends

[Chorus: Central Cee & Lil Baby]

We can go band for band

Fuck that, we can go M for M

Quarter mil' for the Maybach truck

Double R with the factory rims

I got the 90, the Urus, the Virgil, the Brabus, I'm really a threat

It's got to the point that I don't even care

I got jewels in the safe that I don't even wear