Lyrics:
I ain't had nobody
I am mad lonely
I had to run the bands up by my lonely
Baby you know
I don't have nobody
I am mad lonely
Certain niggas
that's what I was born fo' (uh-huh)
Hundred bands
Yeah, some more, some more is all I know, man
You know what I mean?
Big, big shit poppin' for
spent a 100 of that brown paper bag money
It feel good to be young money cash money
Rehab I'm addicted to fast money
I got stacks and rubber bands up
a bag full of money knocking at the door
I'm bout to pour it out the bag
Count it on the floor
Big bag of rubber bands by the night stand
In the wee
know that by now
But everywhere you go you hear me
That's why your upset right now
Bought a Phantom and a Lamb
But I'm in my vette right now
I raped
looking like a check
I wake up every day I'm the man
Im walkin to the cake im tha band
I do it by myself ima band
All i wanna see are rubber bands
Wrapped
Have you heard of one Humpty Dumpty
How he fell with a roll and a rumble
And curled up like Lord Olofa Crumple
By the butt of the Magazine Wall
Ion wanna give my hand to another man
Unless that man got a plan with that rubber band
Bitches act 100 grand till you in they pants
Then that rubber
On his way to the top with his cash, he shrugs
Kidnappers, degenerate thieves and gamblers
Stealin', panhandlers, wrappin' grams up
Rubber bands on they
at the car lot
Thinking convertible so I can make the broad drop
A half a mill in cash off a three-month run
Them rubber bands stacks in ten-G lump sums
be getting money and my brows on the move(on the move)
Rubber bands in my pockets wrap that money up (wrap that money up)
Get the banz hit the gas we
on the Glock fam
Give you metal jackets like clothes from a rock band
Multiple holes, you get those on your top, man
High roller dose some hoes on the cock plan
Rubber bands
Money in my hands
This is all the plan
Ladies think that I'm the man
Rubber bands
Money in my hands
Count a couple grand then I drive
for a spy
Rubber bands expand in a frustrating sigh
Tell me that she's not dreaming
She's got an ace in the hole
It doesn't have meaning
Reality
stretch a tire like a rubber band
But I've been fightin', fightin'
Fightin' just to stay alive
I've been fightin', oh, oh, fightin'
Fightin' to get from
with gun in hand
Fiends do the runnin' man up and down the block
When we tradin' secrets
Baby boy I got trade secrets
Quick with the math
Rubber Band
poppin' rubber bands, I can make that better, hurt
What you need, I got that, man, she wanna slide down my banister
Composite, non-veteran, I get broccoli,
day all night all night
Big bands no rubber bands
Outside pull up she dance
Bands boy I feel like the man
Southside but we out to France
Im hit boy now
want to tell me
So I had to run it up had to get a band
Took a lost and ran it back and seen like ten
Damn chickens diggin I'm the man
Got to keep it
skirting. I crashed your graduation party, left your tassel burning. I'm with the band of the hawk, we cover ground by the second like ticking hands
They say they think I snapt
What make em say that
Could it be the way that I talk to myself
You say I snapt
Like a rubber band
U might not
Come and dance on me
Dance on me
I got rubber bands on me
Bands on me
Pretty lil momma playin with me
Booty big wonder if she stayin’ with me
Staring
advance
I just might go get the Benz
100’s all in rubber bands
Made it here and I’m boomin'
They playa hate the shits crucial
Bros gang related might shoot
care what the cost is
Rolling up good, smoking that bomb shit
Blow a whole OZ, nigga that's boss shit
Now she all fuck her man, rubber bands in my pocket
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