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letra de bandz up! - g. twilight

[intro]
money, money.. i need money, money
money, money.. i need money, money
money, money.. i need money, yeah

[hook]
i’m trying to get my bands up
i got to get my bands up
i’m low trying to stand up
don’t want to die with my hands up
so i got to get my bands up
i got to get my bands up
i got to get my bands up
i got to get my bands up

i’m trying to get my bands up
i got to get my bands up
i’m low trying to stand up
don’t want to die with my hands up
i got to get my bands up
i got to get my bands up
i got to get my bands up
i got to get my bands up

[verse 1]
i be nona malone, yeah..
i be wit diamond monroe baby
yeah my grind is cra-crazy
i ain’t never been lay-lazy
what haters say, it don’t faze me
these d-mn streets is so shady
mind the business that pay-pays me
live it up, slop all gravy
one is not enough, not satisfied with two
over time on my grind now i’m fresher than you
either you get busy living or get busy dying
the milk is already spilt stop that b-tch ass crying
some conversations die, when you tell them what the price is
drugs, women and stolen goods.. that’s what my vice is
she’s trying to use s-x.. so she can trap my mind
but my heart passed away.. now i’m lead by my mind
she got a pretty smile.. but hidden motives
she think i’m a gold mine.. so she gon’ gold dig
fine ass finesser, crazy s-xy cool
yeah, i might play dumb.. but i ain’t no fool
[hook]
i’m trying to get my bands up
i got to get my bands up
i’m low trying to stand up
don’t want to die with my hands up
so i got to get my bands up
i got to get my bands up
i got to get my bands up
i got to get my bands up

[verse 2]
i know you don’t love me… cause you switch up when all my money was gone
i know you don’t love me… then you grinned in my face, when i got back on
i know you don’t love me… want me to front work, so now you blow up my phone
better back up with all fake sh-t
when you see me round town don’t say sh-t
i sell smack, i sell junk
heroin and ’caine wit a whole lot of chunk
and i got goons that’ll put you in the trunk
mp5 sub-machine gun funk
money will hide your flaws
weed, pills rocks, raws
travel with packs in my jaws
or break them jack johnson laws
i can do no wrong.. but still my skin still my sin
the way they beat us is they cheat us, i need money to win
[hook]
i’m trying to get my bands up
i got to get my bands up
i’m low trying to stand up
don’t want to die with my hands up
so i got to get my bands up
i got to get my bands up
i got to get my bands up
i got to get my bands up

[outro]
get my bands up, yeah
get my bands up.. you know how it is..
when you black you got to work twice as hard
to get half as much
but that ain’t gon’ stop me from
getting mine though
get my bands up
get my bands up
yeah, yeah
get my bands up

- g twilight

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