LYRICS: J Molley – 40 Bands ft. Focalistic
[Intro]
Forty-thousand Rands
I just blew forty-thousand Rands
Forty thousand Rands
I just blew forty-thousand Rands
Forty-thousand Rands
I just blew forty-thousand Rands
Forty thousand Rands
I just blew forty-thousand Rands
[Verse 1: J Molley]
I got several bitches up in rotation
Call her over turn off notifications
Love ’em, live and learn then you replace ’em
Where do I take ’em, most of them famous
Hold up my life a vacation
Different day different location
Fly that bitch out cause I’m missing her fragrance
I think he looking embarrassed cause look who I came with
Run up it, cash never running out
Bitch I got money now what are you saying
I am not here to cap when I’m writing thеse raps
Run it do a lap like a race man
I do not carе if you lie to me
I am self made I don’t care if you’re proud me
Come and pull up if you down with me
Baby it’s love, I don’t mind if you doubted me
[Chorus]:
Forty-thousand Rands
I just blew forty-thousand Rands
Forty thousand Rands
I just blew forty-thousand Rands
Up in the club with his, now he whyling and I don’t have time for no fighting man
Fuck do I look like I’m iron man
Fuck up like ninety bands, up on some Gucci, I like the new me
[Verse 2: FOCALISTIC]
[Verse 3: J Molley]
Money coming in, I’m deserving
Twenty on a ring, worth It
Money clean like I’m selling detergent
Still in this bitch like I’m staying for certain
Still in this bitch and I’m sleeping with serpents
Life is full of building bridges to burn and I got a million lesson to learn man
Might cut off all my hoes like I just signed to Jesus
I love all my women but loving is leaving
I just need some peace no, I’m not talking bout Reese’s
Twenty thousand for the fee and it’s forty for features
Sixty thousand for a suitcase
Twenty-five k for a new chain
This is just loose change
Changed up the way that I view things
Shawty gon’ fuck up the way that I do things
[Chorus]:
Forty-thousand Rands
I just blew forty-thousand Rands
Forty thousand Rands
I just blew forty-thousand Rands
Up in the club with his, now he whyling and I don’t have time for no fighting man
Fuck do I look like I’m iron man
Fuck up like ninety bands, up on some Gucci, I like the new me
Forty-thousand Rands
I just blew forty-thousand Rands
Forty thousand Rands
I just blew forty-thousand Rands
Up in the club with his, now he whyling and I don’t have time for no fighting man
Fuck do I look like I’m iron man
Fuck up like ninety bands, up on some Gucci, I like the new me
