Rubberband Man
Roll it up, hoop with the dash
I rubber the bands for the cash
Aw shit, and I'm puffing a back
Said I'm just keeping it stack
Aw damn, I'm just making me laugh
Rubberband man
Rubberband man
Rubberband man
Rubberband man
Rubberband man
Rubberband man
Roll it up, hoop with the dash
I rubber the bands for the cash
Aw shit, and I'm puffing a back
Said I'm just keeping it stack
Aw damn, y'all just making me laugh
Rubberband man
Rubberband man
Rubberband man
Rubberband man
Rubberband man
Rubberband man
Fake feelings so I know the feeling
I mean you never really gave a valid reason
Like why can't I see you on the weekends
Like, what is this meaning
What is you scheming
Fuck Niggas while she like to fuck niggas
Guts in your guts, but I go into Guts nigga
Luck I don't buck on you chump niggas
Dumb niggas better run nigga
For the fun nigga
Like squad deep we rolling
Hold it
Whip looking like it stolen
Floor it
Slow roll, see patrolling
Think we gave a fuck you with a top of the morning
Lean in bitch, you best better heard me
Fuck with me, on a highway to Jersey
Sage to the game, believe he is pervy
Funny to the tummy, this nigga Eddie Murphy
Polo with Adidas
Outlandish with the thoughts when he's tweeting
She grip on my dick, with the thoughts of me leaving
Strictly on a diet of the pussy for the eating
Shit, your two cents pay no rent
Say fuck you, I need no friends
Give peace, love, that shit come in
Give and take, uneven in
Cash maker, drinking vodka
Wearing a mink coat that's as furry as Chewbacca
Here we go, almighty dollar
Oh my fault, almighty father
Hoop with the dash
Aw shit, bands in the cash
Think I'm just bringing it back
I'm just keeping it stack bitch
Roll it up, hoop with the dash
I rubber the bands for the cash
Aw shit, and I'm puffing a back
Said I'm just keeping it stack
Aw damn, y'all just making me laugh
Rubberband man
Rubberband man
Rubberband man
Rubberband man
Rubberband man
Rubberband man
Roll it up, hoop with the dash
I rubber the bands for the cash
Aw shit, and I'm puffing a back
Said I'm just keeping it stack
Aw damn, y'all just making me laugh
Rubberband man
Rubberband man
Rubberband man
Rubberband man
Rubberband man
Rubberband man
I rubber the bands for the cash
Aw shit, and I'm puffing a back
Said I'm just keeping it stack
Aw damn, I'm just making me laugh
Rubberband man
Rubberband man
Rubberband man
Rubberband man
Rubberband man
Rubberband man
Roll it up, hoop with the dash
I rubber the bands for the cash
Aw shit, and I'm puffing a back
Said I'm just keeping it stack
Aw damn, y'all just making me laugh
Rubberband man
Rubberband man
Rubberband man
Rubberband man
Rubberband man
Rubberband man
Fake feelings so I know the feeling
I mean you never really gave a valid reason
Like why can't I see you on the weekends
Like, what is this meaning
What is you scheming
Fuck Niggas while she like to fuck niggas
Guts in your guts, but I go into Guts nigga
Luck I don't buck on you chump niggas
Dumb niggas better run nigga
For the fun nigga
Like squad deep we rolling
Hold it
Whip looking like it stolen
Floor it
Slow roll, see patrolling
Think we gave a fuck you with a top of the morning
Lean in bitch, you best better heard me
Fuck with me, on a highway to Jersey
Sage to the game, believe he is pervy
Funny to the tummy, this nigga Eddie Murphy
Polo with Adidas
Outlandish with the thoughts when he's tweeting
She grip on my dick, with the thoughts of me leaving
Strictly on a diet of the pussy for the eating
Shit, your two cents pay no rent
Say fuck you, I need no friends
Give peace, love, that shit come in
Give and take, uneven in
Cash maker, drinking vodka
Wearing a mink coat that's as furry as Chewbacca
Here we go, almighty dollar
Oh my fault, almighty father
Hoop with the dash
Aw shit, bands in the cash
Think I'm just bringing it back
I'm just keeping it stack bitch
Roll it up, hoop with the dash
I rubber the bands for the cash
Aw shit, and I'm puffing a back
Said I'm just keeping it stack
Aw damn, y'all just making me laugh
Rubberband man
Rubberband man
Rubberband man
Rubberband man
Rubberband man
Rubberband man
Roll it up, hoop with the dash
I rubber the bands for the cash
Aw shit, and I'm puffing a back
Said I'm just keeping it stack
Aw damn, y'all just making me laugh
Rubberband man
Rubberband man
Rubberband man
Rubberband man
Rubberband man
Rubberband man
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Writer(s): Dennis Ballew
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