Lyrics:
and Rich like Cunningham
I stretch 'em like rubber bands (I make 'em say)
Oh, shit, the bitch got up and left with another man (say what?)
What is you
Yo, yo
Y'all respect my tour bus
We got whores with no drawers ready to do all four of us
Wildin', bustin' big bags of Ruffles
Show money, rubber
life, you don't understand
Had to boss up, take care of the fam Made the store run out of rubber bands
Come out the crib, I'm drippin' Cop me a deuce
Understand I'm the man
Hit them drums for them bands
I'm a G by the chance
Fuck with me not a chance
Forty five bout to blow
Put yo guys on the floor
Gotta
block sewn and if you hustle grams
Get more weight like a muscle man
And wrap them grands in a rubber band
A slug spark in your muscle fam
And I ain't
like a rubber band
Nah I don't think you understand
I been around money like a rubber band
Like the son of man with a gun in hand
You don't want peace we
like a rubber band
Nah I don't think you understand
I been around money like a rubber band
Like the son of man with a gun in hand
You don't want peace we
and Rich like Cunningham
I stretch 'em like rubber bands (I make 'em say)
Oh, shit, the bitch got up and left with another man (say what?)
What is you
Hop in the Benz
Come with your friends
Spray you the cash
No rubber bands (Yeah)
Ciroc in my cup
I do not fuck with the cops
I'm on my way to the top
ayy
(When we in the club)
(Ayy, check this, ayy, ayy)
Rubber band banks, okay (boing)
Tokyo diamonds, ayy, okay (choing)
Grand Hustle ice, ayy,
ayy
(When we in the club)
(Ayy, check this, ayy, ayy)
Rubber band banks, okay (boing)
Tokyo diamonds, ayy, okay (choing)
Grand Hustle ice, ayy,
to book me it's 10
000 plus a rubber band
The real get realer the lame get lamer
Shizz and Meek Milly baby it's
Got to be a Flamer!
Lions and gorillas well
cat's puttin' down
When I saw this short, fat guy
Stretch a band between his toes
Hey, I laughed so hard
'Cause the man got down
When he finally
her diss you.
Cause if she roll wit us,
She wont even miss you.
[Game]
Pop rubber bands when I throw a stack,
Before it hit the ground she throw
rubber band stacks in the button king sack
And I ain't never goin' back, sike, I love the life
Standin' under the street lights, tryin' to get off that
the tool lay my head by the pump
Hang with yo bitch got my hand on the cunt
Her man tryna run up left a hole in his lung
Smoked like a j hit that boy with
keep it real low
PG and MD in the studio
Metro on the side man, by the window
Shout out to shots now, got me like woah
Now I just smoke, when I'm
If I never made it I could have never had the rubber
band start up kit stick up glutes from here to Connecticut
If I never made it by the time they
man,
no my money strech like I got rubber bands?
nah, ain't gunna loose a bone in me baby,
number one to the top with a rocket like grady,
bitch call me
take you to the motherland
Hold on, money fold, dope sold, I done made a hundred bands
I'm a walk by faith, Draco make him do the running man
I'm so HFK,
gangsta? Neva that, but I keep that thing like 'Where he at?'
Ain't no rubber band big enough to hold these stacks
I wrap my money in Reynolds Wrap
cross me Imma have to offem
Yeah yeah
My n**** bigger dreams selling rubber bands side of the duffle bag
All I do is get to the guala, all I do is get
Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah
Hm
So me say wait
Two seconds everything cast
Now everybody gats adapt
With the money we get am for rubber band
We get the bag
band up, never seen it, I'm a skeptic
Y'all praise a bitch nigga, man, I still ain't get it yet
Hate the way I'm feelin', pain killers in the cup
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