"Central Cee ft. Lil Baby's 'Band4Band' is a hit track about wealth, luxury, and loyalty. Explore themes of success and high life in this standout hip-hop song."
CENTRAL CEE FT. LIL BABY - BAND4BAND LYRICS
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 slapped if I don't have my Ps today
I love my young boy, I won't lead him 'stray
I'm stuck to lil' bro like 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
Fs 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 'til I get them all ticked off
Alright
We can go band for band, fuck that, we can go M for M
Quarter mill' 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 (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 the accessories (damn)
She make 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 'em
Of course you could beat me at talkin'
Ain't no back and forth, wait 'til we catch up with 'em 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, it's a new one (yeah)
You the type like to type on computers (wow)
Got a mask, but he ain't no shooter
Top ten when she don't act bougie
Me and your friends we can go to Aruba
Hit France, it depend on my mood
This a Maybach Benz, this ain't no Uber
We can go band for band, fuck that, we can go M for M
Momma got a body like Kim and 'em
Momma 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
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
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