Rubberbands

Loose racks, need rubberbands, hey
10 stacks all in my pants, hey
Count 5 mo' in my hand, hey
Tell the judge to give me a chance, aye
Main bitch she all on my ass, aye
Side bitch she counting my cash, aye
Them boys they going out sad, wait
They mad cause I do what they can't, aye
All black, strapped up with no mask, aye
Said I wouldn't rob?
Bitch I relapsed, aye
Yeah I gotta make cents, that cash way
Yeah I don't keep friends, they mad fake
Never could see why you had to hate
All of the struggle I had to take
All of the struggle I had to face
How could you hate bitch? Congratulate

I got the money now I was just patient
Imma go out the same way that I came in
Staying the same, ain't no way of me changing
No way of me changing, so bitch go and face it
I seen a bag so I had to go chase it
All I sees numbers like I'm in the matrix
Convertible top and it drops in the dayshift
All I see is them faces on faces on faces
Faces on faces on faces on faces
Going through motions, I'm going through phases
Opps in the field tryna cover my bases
Counting them grants and them Benjamin Franklins
Hey, yeah I see em hating
Yeah I see em hating
Woah
Yeah I see em watching
Yeah I see em waiting

Loose racks, need rubberbands, hey
10 stacks all in my pants, hey
Count 5 mo' in my hand, hey
Tell the judge to give me a chance, aye
Main bitch she all on my ass, aye
Side bitch she counting my cash, aye
Them boys they going out sad, wait
They mad cause I do what they can't, aye
All black, strapped up with no mask, aye
Said I wouldn't rob?
Bitch I relapsed, aye
Yeah I gotta make cents, that cash way
Yeah I don't keep friends, they mad fake
Never could see why you had to hate
All of the struggle I had to take
All of the struggle I had to face
How could you hate bitch? Congratulate



Credits
Writer(s): Quentin Drenth
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