200 Bands (feat. Plies & T-Pain)

I know you got plans, plans

I see you makin' 'em, you makin' plans on plans

Yeah, know you can do it with no man

But at least let me give you advance

Spend 200 bands like this

Yeen never, yeen seen, seen bands like this, nah

So let me show you, hands like this

So let me show you, yeah

Now put your hands like this, nah

I'm on some other shit, my cup is full of Ace

She got a trunk 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, ay, yeah

Jump inside my 'Rari, cut up on the interstate, yeah

Right hand on her, ah, I can't wait to see the cake, yeah

Steppin' outta my whip, you turnin' heads at the valet, yeah (ooh)

Shit, fuck else could I say? Yeah

My shawty gettin' to the bag, dawg, that's somethin' a nigga ain't used to

Got her eyes on green, fuck a screen, fuck a Hulu

You fuckin' up her plays, dawg, she seein' red, no YouTube

Broke nigga can't play it off, he stuck there, he glued (ooh)

I been rich for a decade and the shit still feel new (ooh)

I still ain't got on no jet plane, I'm savin' that for you (ooh)

I just got a new check, send a text, where you at? (Ooh)

200 on that, now that's a flex, where you at?

I know you got plans, plans

I see you makin' 'em, you makin' plans on plans (ooh)

Yeah, know you can do it with no man

But at least let me give you advance

Spend 200 bands like this

Yeen never, yeen seen, seen bands like this, nah

So let me show you, hands like this

So let me show you, yeah

Now put your hands like this, nah

Let me put you on some lamb chop shit, and off that Popeye's

Tomahawk steaks and shit, won't do no Five Guys

I like my bitch hood, know I'm sayin'? With a lil' bougie

Got a theater in the house, know I'm sayin'? We don't do the movies

We ain't doin' Don Julio, we done stepped that shit up

I put candy on her Benz, we had to wet that shit up

We don't never take luggage, we just shop when we land

When your bag big enough, yeen gotta make plans

Wake up one mornin', you feel like you wanna slide, we go to Turks

Wake up one mornin', you feelin' a lil' saved, we go to church

I remember bein' in public school, I used to eat free lunch

Now a nigga wake up every mornin' and do what the fuck he want

I know you got plans, plans

I see you makin' 'em, you makin' plans on plans (ooh)

Yeah, know you can do with no hands

But at least let me give you advance

Spend 200 bands like this

Yeen never, yeen seen, seen bands like this, nah

So let me show you, hands like this (oh)

So let me show you, yeah

Now put your hands like this, nah