Lyrics
Two hundred bands, all of this money and brick in the bank
Expressing wealth with "Two hundred bands" and having money stored in a bank.
The codeine and pills make it blurry
The use of codeine and pills leading to a hazy or blurred state.
I won't end up buried like mike n' the homies in do Alazan
Expressing a desire not to meet a fate similar to "Mike" and friends in "do Alazan."
Moving the vans, i'm filled with too many xans
Moving illicit substances, feeling overwhelmed with too many Xanax (a prescription drug).
Remember when Romo and Curry were ballin Missouri
Recalling a time when individuals named Romo and Curry were successful in Missouri.
I don't understand, we made all this bands
Expressing confusion despite having accumulated significant wealth.
I swear on my momma there's two hundred bands
A sincere promise, possibly emphasizing the reality of having two hundred bands.
Two hundred bands, all of this money and brick in the bank
Repetition of themes from lines 1-7 for emphasis.
The codeine and pills make it blurry
-I won't end up buried like mike n' the homies in do Alazan
-Moving the vans, i'm filled with too many xans
-Remember when Romo and Curry were ballin Missouri
-I don't understand, we made all this bands
-I swear on my momma there's two hundred bands
-Remember when we used to come up and go
Recalling past struggles and the desire to distance oneself from money and fame.
I swear that the money and fame i don't want it no more
Expressing a lack of interest in money and fame.
Hundred xans, hundred bands, i pull up with too much ice in my hands
Describing a lavish lifestyle with drugs and wealth, possibly feeling overwhelmed.
The raris the bentleys they too much to handle i can't understand
Luxurious cars (raris, bentleys) are challenging to manage or comprehend.
With the drop top mass n' the crowd on top's when you know know
Describing a scene with a convertible and a lively crowd, indicating success.
And the realest in the room is your homies n' the crews with them no no's
Realness is found in friends and crews without negative influences ("no no's").
When you're all on top's just too hard too stop at them low lows
Success is difficult to halt at the lowest points ("low lows").
And you never gonna know when it's all about to go so just solo
Uncertainty about when success might disappear, emphasizing individual perseverance ("solo").
Two hundred bands, all of this money and brick in the bank
Repetition of themes from lines 1-22 for emphasis.
The codeine and pills make it blurry
-I won't end up buried like mike n' the homies in do Alazan
-Moving the vans, i'm filled with too many xans
-Remember when Romo and Curry were ballin Missouri
-I don't understand, we made all this bands
-I swear on my momma there's two hundred bands
-When the money don't go, when you trippin on the low just to show moe
Challenges when money is scarce, hinting at a need to impress or show off.
Swear i don't understand gotta brick in the bank n' my comma on grands
Expressing a lack of comprehension despite having significant wealth and influence.
Seven forty twenty on my hands
Having a substantial amount of money in hand (possibly $740,000).
My collar's spillin' millies on my bank
Lavish spending with expensive collars and millions in the bank.
Taking one moe, hooked on the dope, the realest are sipping your moneys are gone
Continued drug use and a reference to the allure of wealth.
Kicking and tripping i won't end up dipping like Jordy and Morty you know
Avoiding a downfall or decline in life, contrasting with individuals named Jordy and Morty.
Money and hoes, take all the dope, thinking and tripping to carry the blow
Wealth and women are consuming, with thoughts of carrying illicit substances.
Missing the demons i won't end up leaving like molly's are breezing just won't let me go
Struggling with inner demons and not succumbing to temptations like Molly (a drug).
With the drop top mass n' the crowd on top's when you know know
Repetition of themes from lines 1-37 for emphasis.
And the realest in the room is your homies n' the crew with them no no's
-When you're all on top's just too hard too stop at them low lows
-And you never gonna know when it's all about to go so just solo
-Two hundred bands, all of this money and brick in the bank
-The codeine and pills make it blurry
-I won't end up buried like mike n' the homies in do Alazan
-Moving the vans, i'm filled with too many xans
-Remember when Romo and Curry were ballin Missouri
-I don't understand, we made all this bands
-I swear on my momma there's two hundred bands
-Two hundred bands, all of this money and brick in the bank
-The codeine and pills make it blurry
-I won't end up buried like mike n' the homies in do Alazan
-Moving the vans, i'm filled with too many xans
-Remember when Romo and Curry were ballin Missouri
-I don't understand, we made all this bands
-I swear on my momma there's two hundred bands
Reaffirming the promise of having two hundred bands, possibly invoking the speaker's mother for sincerity.
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