Rubber Bands - Radio Edit
Rubber bands on my money, chasing that paper I want the money
Men it really ain't nothing, running that paper down and I got it
Summer time on the yachty, living that life and I really want it
Fifties, hundred and twenty's, ones, money on money on money
I gotta get it I gotta get it money I need
And I do not sweat it pretty boy, she said where I'm from am a hot boy
Do you know I'm getting that money like anyways
Double time for that paper like everyday
Work work and when I don't work she just twerk
She don't get over time cause I'm paying in cash
All my money be clean I don't wash, planes, trains
Am running the world that's my aim
Money
I gotta get it, it ain't funny why am I fucking with you
You ain't want it, one life to live I know am gone get it
Rubber bands on my money, chasing that paper I want the money
Men it really ain't nothing, running that paper down and I got it
Summer time on the yachty, living that life and I really want it
Fifties, hundred and twenty's, ones, money on money on money
Baby I got it, I don't know much about changing
I remember the days in the dark, I'm just tryna get out of it
In many ways, I'm not tryna get back to the bitter days
Road to success on a high-way
Cops pull me over doing 90 on a 60, running I'm running away from the pain
Officer do not stop me again, I'm getting
I'm getting it I'm busy bossy, All the ones I call my friends wan stop me
Wow no you cannot stop me am on go, male
Alpha you cannot stop me ama cancer
Money on money am stacking my cheques
Every other week I'm taking trips on a jet
Rubber bands on my money, chasing that paper I want the money
Men it really ain't nothing, running that paper down and I got it
Summer time on the yachty, living that life and I really want it
Fifties, hundred and twenty's, ones, money on money on money
Rubber bands on my money, chasing that paper I want the money
Men it really ain't nothing, running that paper down and I got it
Summer time on the yachty, living that life and I really want it
Fifties, hundred and twenty's, ones, money on money on money
Men it really ain't nothing, running that paper down and I got it
Summer time on the yachty, living that life and I really want it
Fifties, hundred and twenty's, ones, money on money on money
I gotta get it I gotta get it money I need
And I do not sweat it pretty boy, she said where I'm from am a hot boy
Do you know I'm getting that money like anyways
Double time for that paper like everyday
Work work and when I don't work she just twerk
She don't get over time cause I'm paying in cash
All my money be clean I don't wash, planes, trains
Am running the world that's my aim
Money
I gotta get it, it ain't funny why am I fucking with you
You ain't want it, one life to live I know am gone get it
Rubber bands on my money, chasing that paper I want the money
Men it really ain't nothing, running that paper down and I got it
Summer time on the yachty, living that life and I really want it
Fifties, hundred and twenty's, ones, money on money on money
Baby I got it, I don't know much about changing
I remember the days in the dark, I'm just tryna get out of it
In many ways, I'm not tryna get back to the bitter days
Road to success on a high-way
Cops pull me over doing 90 on a 60, running I'm running away from the pain
Officer do not stop me again, I'm getting
I'm getting it I'm busy bossy, All the ones I call my friends wan stop me
Wow no you cannot stop me am on go, male
Alpha you cannot stop me ama cancer
Money on money am stacking my cheques
Every other week I'm taking trips on a jet
Rubber bands on my money, chasing that paper I want the money
Men it really ain't nothing, running that paper down and I got it
Summer time on the yachty, living that life and I really want it
Fifties, hundred and twenty's, ones, money on money on money
Rubber bands on my money, chasing that paper I want the money
Men it really ain't nothing, running that paper down and I got it
Summer time on the yachty, living that life and I really want it
Fifties, hundred and twenty's, ones, money on money on money
Credits
Writer(s): Bertist Jeffers
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