"Bands Play" lyrics

Only the bad bitches say something
Give me an add lib, eh
Better know the turn up is real
What's the deal? Annie keep it real

My hoes, they don't say nothing
In the club with more bottles than [?]
Shirt off, feeling like [?]
Comptin's new blood on these tennis shoes
[?] like my bitches nasty
Lightskinns cool, but them hoes is too messy
She maybe get naked, [?]
Yeah don't freak her, eat it till it's all gone
[?]
Bands I got a lot
Mommy bust it open, [?]
Yeah holy father, call for your lord
What that shit cost? I know you can't aford

Make them bands play
Make them bands play
Drummer, drummer, drummer, make them bands play
Make them bands play
Make them bands play
Drummer, drummer, drummer, make them bands play
Make them bands play
Make them bands play
Drummer, drummer, drummer, make them bands play
Make them bands play
Make them bands play
Drummer, drummer, drummer, make them bands play
Only the bad bitches say something
Give me an add lib, eh
Better know the turn up is real
What's the deal? Annie keep it real

All my niggas holla oo when you put it down
That body bring a nigga high down
Annie, I like how you get it get it
Showing me signs that you with it with it
Ass so big, I could sit my cup on
I'm buying bottles by the bucket, better double it
She want aa real nigga, so she gotta fuck with it
But see the only thing that I tell a ho is

Make them bands play
Make them bands play
Drummer, drummer, drummer, make them bands play
Make them bands play
Make them bands play
Drummer, drummer, drummer, make them bands play
Make them bands play
Make them bands play
Drummer, drummer, drummer, make them bands play
Make them bands play
Make them bands play
Drummer, drummer, drummer, make them bands play
Only the bad bitches say something
Give me an add lib, eh
Better know the turn up is real
What's the deal? Annie keep it real