Bay bay wussup mane?
Wuddup Juicy?
Wiz wussup?
Project Pat wussup?
Taylor Gang in this bitch
(Hook)
We’re pourin drinks in the club, smell the weed when we coming in
We ain’t worried bout the game ‘cus we running it
Got a drink, with a bottle in my other hand
Bitches love me, niggas hatin on me ‘cus I got cash in a rubberband
I got cash in a rubberband
I got cash in a rubberband
I got cash in a rubberband
(Verse)
Commas after commas, if it’s money I’m comin
I got bands, mister drummin fuck the hoes that you lovin
Designer’s that’s nothing, private jet, man that’s stuntin
You never did this shit so my niggas start frontin
Last lady with me, she ain’t even legal
I let er drive the Benz cuz she match my ego
Derek Geeder set, I’m ballin like rollin
Catchin wind with the top down, I feel like I’m ballin
Money don’t bend, zeros don’t end
All this money that I’m stackin in, I done setting a trend
Still owning that real shit, you rap niggas are gon kill shit
Hunned bands, throw it in the club
Don’t give a shit cuz I’m still rich
(Hook)
We’re pourin drinks in the club, smell the weed when we coming in
We ain’t worried bout the game ‘cus we running it
Got a drink, with a bottle in my other hand
Bitches love me, niggas hatin on me ‘cus I got cash in a rubberband
I got cash in a rubberband
I got cash in a rubberband
I got cash in a rubberband
(Verse)
I got 20000 ones in my purchases
I’mma fuck the throw, all this only bitches is
You niggas life savin, one night you spending this
Shawty ass killin, she ain’t leavin no witnesses
We throwin money all night, we ain’t running now
On my Juicy J swag nigga and I’m showin out
Molly in yo girl ass and my dick in her mouth
If she don’t finish all her food I ain’t pullin out
Rubberband bang bro, choppas that a blow a hoe
Bigger than a hoola hoop through your residential door
Blowin presidential smoke
This that Cali buzz
Man plus we makin G’s and getting our dicks sucked
(Hook)
We’re pourin drinks in the club, smell the weed when we coming in
We ain’t worried bout the game ‘cus we running it
Got a drink, with a bottle in my other hand
Bitches love me, niggas hatin on me ‘cus I got cash in a rubberband
I got cash in a rubberband
I got cash in a rubberband
I got cash in a rubberband
(Intro) Bay bay wussup mane? Wuddup Juicy? Wiz wussup? Project Pat wussup? Taylor Gang in this bitch (Hook) We’re pourin drinks in the club, smell the weed when we coming in We ain’t worried bout the game ‘cus we running it Got a drink, with a bottle in my other hand Bitches love me, niggas hatin on me ‘cus I got cash in a rubberband I got cash in a rubberband I got cash in a rubberband I got cash in a rubberband (Verse) Commas after commas, if it’s money I’m comin I got bands, mister drummin fuck the hoes that you lovin Designer’s that’s nothing, private jet, man that’s stuntin You never did this shit so my niggas start frontin Last lady with me, she ain’t even legal I let er drive the Benz cuz she match my ego Derek Geeder set, I’m ballin like rollin Catchin wind with the top down, I feel like I’m ballin Money don’t bend, zeros don’t end All this money that I’m stackin in, I done setting a trend Still owning that real shit, you rap niggas are gon kill shit Hunned bands, throw it in the club Don’t give a shit cuz I’m still rich (Hook) We’re pourin drinks in the club, smell the weed when we coming in We ain’t worried bout the game ‘cus we running it Got a drink, with a bottle in my other hand Bitches love me, niggas hatin on me ‘cus I got cash in a rubberband I got cash in a rubberband I got cash in a rubberband I got cash in a rubberband (Verse) I got 20000 ones in my purchases I’mma fuck the throw, all this only bitches is You niggas life savin, one night you spending this Shawty ass killin, she ain’t leavin no witnesses We throwin money all night, we ain’t running now On my Juicy J swag nigga and I’m showin out Molly in yo girl ass and my dick in her mouth If she don’t finish all her food I ain’t pullin out Rubberband bang bro, choppas that a blow a hoe Bigger than a hoola hoop through your residential door Blowin presidential smoke This that Cali buzz Man plus we makin G’s and getting our dicks sucked (Hook) We’re pourin drinks in the club, smell the weed when we coming in We ain’t worried bout the game ‘cus we running it Got a drink, with a bottle in my other hand Bitches love me, niggas hatin on me ‘cus I got cash in a rubberband I got cash in a rubberband I got cash in a rubberband I got cash in a rubberband Explain Request ×
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