Hollyhood Bay Bay - Cash In A Rubberband (feat. Juicy J, Wiz Khalifa, Project Pat) lyrics
Wiz Khalifa [Cameron Jibril Thomaz] Minot, North Dakota/Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Hollyhood Bay Bay - Cash In A Rubberband feat. Juicy J, Wiz Khalifa, Project Pat lyrics]
Bay bay wussup mane? Wuddup Juicy?
Wiz wussup? Project Pat wussup?
Taylor Gang in this bitch
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
Bitches love me, niggas 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' fuck the hoes that you lovin'
Designers that's nothing, private jet
Man thats stuntin'
You never did this shit so
My niggas 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, Im ballin' like rollin'
Catchin' wind with the top down
I feel like Im ballin'
Money don't bend, zeros don't end
All this money that Im stackin' in
I done setting a trend
Still owning that real shit
You rap niggas are gon' kill shit
Hunned bands, throw it in the club
Don't give a shit cus I'm still rich
I got 20, 000 ones in my britches-s-s
Im'ma fuck the throw
All this only bitches is
You niggas life savin'
One night you spending this
Shawty ass killin
She ain't leavin' no witnesses
We throwin' money all night
We ain't running now
On my Juicy J swag nigga and I'm showin 'out
Molly in yo girl ass and my dick in her mouth
If she dont 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 sucked
Wiz wussup? Project Pat wussup?
Taylor Gang in this bitch
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
Bitches love me, niggas 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' fuck the hoes that you lovin'
Designers that's nothing, private jet
Man thats stuntin'
You never did this shit so
My niggas 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, Im ballin' like rollin'
Catchin' wind with the top down
I feel like Im ballin'
Money don't bend, zeros don't end
All this money that Im stackin' in
I done setting a trend
Still owning that real shit
You rap niggas are gon' kill shit
Hunned bands, throw it in the club
Don't give a shit cus I'm still rich
I got 20, 000 ones in my britches-s-s
Im'ma fuck the throw
All this only bitches is
You niggas life savin'
One night you spending this
Shawty ass killin
She ain't leavin' no witnesses
We throwin' money all night
We ain't running now
On my Juicy J swag nigga and I'm showin 'out
Molly in yo girl ass and my dick in her mouth
If she dont 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 sucked