Ken Carson, SheLovesMeechie - Rubberbandz Poppin lyrics

Whoa, whoa (8)

Bitch, I'm in my bag, Gucci (Gucci)
Shirt Pucci (Pucci)
Check my belt, bitch, it's Louis  (Whoa)
Your bitch choosin' (A million)
Fi-fifty racks inside my pockets (Phew)
Got my pants droppin' (Phew, phew)
Nigga, I don't need a wallet
Rubberbands poppin' (Rubberbands poppin')
I got plenty options (I got plenty options)
Nigga, check my closet, I got plenty options
(Whoa, I got plenty fuckin' options, what?)
Ooh, ooh, direct deposit (Direct deposit)
Bitch, I stuffed the backend
In my back pocket

Whoa, I got plenty options
(I got plenty options)
When-when you walk inside my closet
Look like Neiman Marcus
(Look like Neiman Marcus)
All these diamonds drippin' on
Me like a water-faucet
I'm on Dover Street Market, you at Hot Topic
I'm-I'm a trendin' topic
See you pocket-watchin'
(See you pocket-watchin')
Boy, you better stop it
(Boy, you better stop it)
'Fore I up and pop it
('Fore I up this fuckin' Birkin)
Uh (Boy, pop-pop)
And my diamonds flawless (Bling)
I won't talk much (Talk)
If it ain't money callin' (Brr)
Ooh (Brr-brr)

Bitch, I'm in my bag, Gucci (Gucci)
Shirt Pucci (Pucci, Mhm)
Check my belt, bitch, it's Louis (Whoa)
(Mhm) your bitch choosin' (A million)
(Mhm)
Fi-fifty racks inside my pockets (Phew)
(yeah) got my pants droppin' (Phew, phew)
(yeah) nigga, I don't need a wallet
Rubberbands poppin' (Rubberbands poppin')
(yeah, yeah)
I got plenty options (I got plenty options)
(Whoa)
Nigga, check my closet, I got plenty options
(Whoa, I got plenty fuckin' options, what?)
Ooh, ooh, direct deposit (Direct deposit)
(Cash) bitch, I stuffed the backend
In my back pocket (Uh, in my, okay, mhm)

I'm in my bag, Alyx
Rollercoaster, she gon' ride on me
Call up broski if he slide on me (Boom boom)
Glocky on the side of me (Boom boom)
I smoke, boy, you smokin' on (yeah, uh huh)
Fuck on your bitch 'cause she got what I need
(Uh, huh) showed her ten racks and she
Dropped to her knees
She know you ain't got it, boy
Stop all that peepin' (Uh huh, uh huh)
(8) i spent like ten racks overseas
YSL, slicin' some Vivienne tees (Slatt, yeah)
Ricky the Owens, Undercover jeans (yeah)
No flexin' with the 'Preme by any means
(yeah) i pop an Addy just to keep the sleep
I roll a three-five with a cookie
(yeah, yeah)
Feel like I'm pro but we know you a rookie
He thought he was havin', he lackin'
We took it (Mhm)
I feel like Lil Chapo, fuck 12
They can't book me (Mhm)
I feel like she keep giving
Head here bein' sober (Mhm)
Your tips don't stay hittin'
When it's all over (yeah)
I'ma buy you a Rover let you shop at Dover
Then give you the car, shawty (All-black)
I was too leanin', yeah, with my lights out
She treat then delete it, she know it's over
(yeah) i ran up my racks like Usain Bolt
(yeah, yeah, Usain Bolt)

Bitch, I'm in my bag, Gucci (Gucci)
Shirt Pucci (Pucci)
Check my belt, bitch, it's Louis (Whoa)
Your bitch choosin' (A million)
Fi-fifty racks inside my pockets (Phew)
Got my pants droppin' (Phew, phew)
Nigga, I don't need a wallet
Rubberbands poppin' (Rubberbands poppin')
I got plenty options (I got plenty options)
Nigga, check my closet, I got plenty options
(Whoa, I got plenty fuckin' options, what?)
Ooh, ooh, direct deposit (Direct deposit)
Bitch, I stuffed the backend
In my back pocket

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