[Intro: Rubberband OG]
Woah
Yeah

[Chours: Rubberband OG]
My last thirty-six 'bows
When I sell these bitches, I'ma buy a hundred more
Trappin' got my pockets swole
Tryna flood your city with these bags, ain't tryna do a show
Know I'm sellin' ninety-three gas, it sellin' for the low
My jewlery froze, my heart cold, these bitches don't get the time of day
Lil' baby, you gon' fuck me or you ain't, I ain't got time to play
Thirty thousand on this Rollie watch, I ain't got time to waste
Tired of bein' humble, fuck that shit, I'm puttin' it in they face

[Verse 1: Rubberband OG]
Ever seen a young n***a fuck up a sack?
I was eighteen with like thirty somethin' racks
Pussy got wet when I jumped out the Scat
Dior shoes with the Dior hat
Runnin' through money, I ain't got no cap
Pipe the bitch up, brought her brand-new hair
Spent a hundred K just on my clients
Stupid designer shit I wear
Trackhawk fast, it gon' tear up the road
Took your bitch, I'ma tear up your ho
Got a lot of money, chain hittin' like woah
You got good pussy, let me hear you say, "Woah"
'Til the day I die, never tell on the bros
Just bought a fire, put the dope in the floor
In the trap house, I just went gold
0500 thousand bags I sold
[Chours: Rubberband OG]
My last thirty-six 'bows
When I sell these bitches, I'ma buy a hundred more
Trappin' got my pockets swole
Tryna flood your city with these bags, ain't tryna do a show
Know I'm sellin' ninety-three gas, it sellin' for the low
My jewlery froze, my heart cold, these bitches don't get the time of day
Lil' baby, you gon' fuck me or you ain't, I ain't got time to play
Thirty thousand on this Rollie watch, I ain't got time to waste
Tired of bein' humble, fuck that shit, I'm puttin' it in they face

[Verse 2: Rubberband OG]
Every day, I'm in somethin' new
Throwin' money out the sunroof (Ooh)
Pullin' up in somethin' foolish, I'm like Shawty Lo when I come through
Too many 'bows, send a hundred more, I'ma get 'em sold
Too many hoes, told her bring a friend, I'ma fuck 'em both
Pull up brain to drip (Pull up), pussy wet, I slipped out
I'm so damn drunk, I nutted in her, shit, I tripped out
I'm the type to get a ki' to your spot and trap that bitch out
Fuck your baby mama good and make her put your shit out

[Verse 3: Veeze]
Goin' good, can't fuck it up (Yeah)
Play it right, it could turn you up
Last play, [?] came in the club
Drought came, my price went up
I was shoppin' live but shit not enough
You coppin' live but your price be cut
Thots givin' me top for bruh
My wedding day, I'm pourin' Wock' in the punch
Pop a seal and I'm gon' forget you
Cheatin' on my son, but she know I'm lit
God do, but I don't forgive
Pop a pill, I can't even stick
Bro clutchin', had to tell him chill
[?], bitch, I'll throw your bills
30K how my day was spent
Young baller like Chino Hills
[Chours: Rubberband OG]
My last thirty-six 'bows
When I sell these bitches, I'ma buy a hundred more
Trappin' got my pockets swole
Tryna flood your city with these bags, ain't tryna do a show
Know I'm sellin' ninety-three gas, it sellin' for the low
My jewlery froze, my heart cold, these bitches don't get the time of day
Lil' baby, you gon' fuck me or you ain't, I ain't got time to play
Thirty thousand on this Rollie watch, I ain't got time to waste
Tired of bein' humble, fuck that shit, I'm puttin' it in they face

[Outro]
(Dopeboys of America)
Start that bitch over, cuh