Lyrics:
My money making money
So it stacks
And Benjamin be
Everywhere I'm at
All these rubber bands
All these rubber bands
All these rubber bands
Watch me
blower
Like I'm cutting grass (With the blower)
It's Grove season
I'm cutting weed like a landscaper
(I'm a landscaper) a band chaser
Keep a pole to make
all across the land
Light the fireworks, bring out the marching band
Uncle L, I love the heart land
South Carolina, they lookin' so tan
Out in
to the cut the cane
'Cause I'm saving Vancouver for a rainy day
North, east, south, west, coast to coast
Baby, the trouble that I get into
North, east,
dealing wit a cold nigga
I fi'ed up the dope to cool her down go figure
And now im smoking'
West side shit wit my south side bitch
West side shit wit my
your booty on my 'Gram
Yeah, I hope your man, he see
You heard I'm the devil, man (Argh)
Take a dance with me
Take you shoppin' with my bands
Baby, spend
strings were played by a thumb with a steady beat
And the top strings were played
With the finger and got all the little off beats
Up in Syracuse there's
strings were played by a thumb with a steady beat
And the top strings were played
With the finger and got all the little off beats
Up in Syracuse there's
Trackateering Music
Man, y'all did it with this one here, y'all
People love to use that quote
"I'm doin' it for the culture"
But what culture is that
fuck with no rumors
Rocking red bottoms like they Pumas
Got these meds on me, I'ma do 'em
I take these pills and I'm having a thrill
Taking
the home of them "coons"
So when you disrespect the South you talkin bout me too
I was influenced by the Chuck Ds, Brother Js and Scarface
Southern
spray broad day ain't nothing
The lilac one AK doing something
I'm immuned to the drama
Act a fool if you want to
Lean in my pocket, 40 calb by
to get
Shawty play your position, we gon' dance together
Thumbin' through the bands and you dancin'
I be flipping yams but I'm handsome
Askin' if I
bands hunned bands
Watch me do the money dance
You can Hang in there by hope
Or dangle low from your throat
On a bike with no spokes
Entangled in
I'm headed on south where the salt water meets the sand
I ain't going for the fish, I ain't going for the July tan
Need a band with a song to spare
from the south side
Mandela just to get to town side
Pree the wave but you know I part tides
Man I'm way too different I swear
The man of the year, grown
Yeah I’m gonna put you in the mood
Shawty stop with giving rants
I’ve been trapping for ‘em dollars I’ve been chasing fuckin’ bands
Got all these
go)
I'm in the H with my bro
Put dick in her throat I know she gon choke (gon choke)
I fly to LA cause bro got pints for the low (for the low)
I'm
with a southern accent.
Bands like Lynyrd Skynyrd attempt to show another side of the south--
One that certainly exists;
But few saw beyond the rebel
asking me no questions about what’s in my cup. Riding 95 south with my Miami Dolphins cap I’m a prime time nigga Deion sanders conerback yeah puffin
dirty hands
Do a show, copped a rack with my new advance
50 bands, 80, bands, 100 bands
I'm the American dream
We the American dream
New money, no
fear
Out here it's fresh water fuck your wifi
Letting that Golden Teacher reach my minds Eye
Down that Paradise Drive sideways in a Side-By
With my
that ending ain't in sight
All that I've wanted do
Is get on with my life
but life keeps going south cause
All that I've wanted do
Is have you by my
to my flame
I stay focused, never lose sight
The drive within me, it burns so bright
I'm building an empire, brick by brick
A hundred bands, the ultimate
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