Bay bay wussup mane?
Wuddup Juicy?
Wiz wussup?
Project Pat wussup?
Taylor Gang in this b**h
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 joint, with a bottle in my other hand
b**hes love me, n***as 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
Commas after commas, if it"s money I"m comin'
I got bands, mister drummin' f** the hoes that you lovin'
Designer's that's nothing, private jet, man that's stuntin'
You never did this sh** so my n***as start frontin'
Last lady with me, she ain"t even legal
I let er drive the Benz cuz she match my ego
Derek Jeter 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 sh**, you rap n***as are gon' k** sh**
Hunned bands, throw it in the club
Don"t give a sh** cus I"m still rich
I got 20, 000 ones in my britches-s-s
I'm'ma f** the throw, all this only b**hes is
You n***as life savin', one night you spending this
Shawty a** k**in, she ain"t leavin' no witnesses
We throwin' money all night, we ain"t running now
On my Juicy J swag n***a and I"m showin 'out
Molly in yo girl a** 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 ho
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 s**ed