text: Whoop, woo!
  Yall already know who I am? Right?
  Mustard on the beat, ho
  Lets go
  Hunnid bands , hunnid bands 
  Hunnid bands , hunnid bands 
  10 bands in the right hand 
  10 bands in my left hand 
  Make her best friend be her hype man 
  You keep going big she wanna fight, damn 
  Bad bitches in my city catching flights, damn 
  Popping big bands when they hit the lights, damn 
  I pull down on your city
  In your city, they fuck with me 
  And these bitches fucking with me
  Cause I represent my city 
  In the kitchen, you can witness
  All this cash that we gettin 
  If you started, we gon finish
  Whole gang with the bidness 
  Hunnid bands , hunnid bands 
  Hunnid bands , hunnid bands 
  10 bands in the right hand 
  10 bands in my left hand 
  Whats a hunnid racks? I throw it real quick 
  Thought it was a limp, this way this stripper do a split 
  One nine four two, get the bad bitches lit 
  New Chanel purse, every time she throw a fit 
  Drop it to the floor, make your knees touch your toes 
  Im on group facetime, me and all my hoes 
  You can send me nudes, on my mom I wont expose 
  Halfback sweep, Ima pass her to my bros 
  Fake kick, Ima let my brother catch the two-point
  Bitches like singles, Savage always got a new joint
  Thought he was a gangster, but he snitching yeah, oink, oink
  Work too hard bitch, you cant get a coin, coin 
  Hunnid bands , hunnid bands 
  Hunnid bands, hunnid bands 
  10 bands in the right hand 
  10 bands in my left hand 
  Santa Claus bag, ho sit up on you 
  Suge Knight bag, had the shooters get up on you 
  You see the red Lamborghini as I hit the corner 
  YG got his shit together, he a business owner 
  Popping tags, shopping bags, nigga I gotta brag 
  The YSL dont fit, I aint even take it back 
  Ella Mai trippin, we do a lot of that 
  But it aint ever bout a bitch, we trip to Cabo, Jack 
  Big bands on me, drumline 
  I just let the money talk, dont need no punchline
  I like the sunshine so I said, Fuck the rules 
  If you bout a bag, holla, Suu whoop 
  Hunnid bands , hunnid bands 
  Hunnid bands , hunnid bands 
  10 bands in the right hand 
  10 bands in my left hand 
  More money , more bitches 
  More millis , more riches 
  Uno, dos, tres, cuatro, I got four bitches
  And they squatting on that dick like they doin fitness
  Said he looking for me, came through in the drop top 
  Spent a corner in the dorm, while the opps watch 
  Im too rich to go through somethin about a thot, thot 
  Feds grabbed you, you back home, oh you a cop, cop 
  This shit serious 
  Bad bitch gon give me brain, she on her period 
  In the trenches of Dubai, they dont know where he is 
  Is that a bird? No, thats a jet, yeah, there he is 
  Hunnid bands , hunnid bands 
  Hunnid bands , hunnid bands 
  10 bands in the right hand 
  10 bands in my left hand