, your love Your love, your love, your love, your love Your love, your love, your love, your love He the type to keep a couple hundred grand in a rubber band
'em all across your noggin', I ain't finna argue I'm still big shit poppin', nothin' changed but my clothes Triple digits in my pocket, rubber band
the tropics 'Cause errbody know it ain't trickin' if ya got it Ya need to never ever gotta go to yo wallet Long as I got rubber band banks in my pocket
that brown paper bag money It feels good to be Young Money, Cash Money Rehab, I'm addicted to fast money I got stacks of rubber bands up in that Brown
been about cash been a-, been about cash been a-, been about big money b- big money (Verse 1) Hundred on the stack rubbers on the band Van full of kush
will never hustle no more but I will never say that no more I got my mind, right money right Young new investment ain't no turnin' me back Had the rubber band
change so they dont really matter if not the same then similar like asher and mathers bow [Verse 3] bully or i bogard, bodacious so i'm humphrey i used to rubber band
already need a letter man, late night with ya girl? Fuck a boy she spendin' out one more with a better man, No my money strech like I got rubber bands
brotherTreat you like a friend Respect you like a lover You could bet that Never gotta sweat that [x4] If you could be the cash I'll be the rubber band
stacks, come on Three stacks, come on, now that's three grand What you think, I'm playin?? Baby girl I'm the man, I'll bend the rubber bands That's
click, just pulled a lick Now what you really wanna know about the gangsta shit [Slimm Calhoun] Back on the scence, a sack of green sitting on crome and rubber bands
sittin' in the shade: you don't need a ticket to ride, it's summertime, summertime, slip down a water slide. Little kid dancin' in the grass, legs like rubber band
'm tryin' to tell you shorty, this is how I live, real talk, true story) Mind your own phone, pockets so swoll' Rubber band keep poppin' off my bankroll
out to get that That street money, that street, that street money That street money, that street, that street money I started flat broke, now I'm poppin' rubber bands
suit, Louie V flip flops Got a bad bitch, her hair and nails tip top Jeremih got the game on a slipknot Just before the stacks, I got rubber bands Consumers
you know how I do I take em all across your, I aint finna argue still big shit poppin, nothing changed but my clothes triple digits in my pocket, rubber band
head is bobbin I got the muffler flowin I got my horn a-blowin I got the rubber burnin down on all fours..... Pull in the club we hear the band bang
go Damn, here we go again, I just came back Girl, don't make me go again, she say you been in the streets You was with that hoe again, money wrapped in rubber bands