200 Bands Songtext
von Bryson Tiller

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