Project Pat, Juicy J - Work N Rubberbands lyrics

We don't play about that work
And them rubber bands
We don't play about that
Work and them rubber bands
We don't play about that work
And them rubber bands
Fuck with my rubber bands, it's a murder man
We don't play about that work
And them rubber bands
We don't play about that work
And them rubber bands
We don't play about that work
And them rubber bands
Fuck with my rubber bands, it's a murder man

It's money on the table, he gon' die
Finna take your chance to get this cash
But a nigga gon' try
Fuck police and them snitches
Sons of bitches, bullets can fly
Chopper bullets make ten canaries bake
Like chicken pop pie
If you real like you say you
Is, the streets gon' tell it, no lie
If you wanna get
I'm gon' always hustle on the low
So my pockets stay high
I got those who'll let them triggers
Blow, one snap my fingers, you die
Blowin' gas straight from Mexico
That's why my brain's in the sky
Talk about taking something they cut
Throat Colombian neck tie
Coming straight up the banana boat
Now I'm gon' put the town
Making plays like the Superbowl
Each one gon' be a touchdown

We don't play about that work
And them rubber bands
We don't play about that work
And them rubber bands
We don't play about that work
And them rubber bands
Fuck with my rubber bands, it's a murder man
We don't play about that work
And them rubber bands
We don't play about that work
And them rubber bands
We don't play about that work
And them rubber bands
Fuck with my rubber bands, it's a murder man

My fingers tired from counting fetti
Triple bands on a hundred
I don't fuck with 20's
Unless they young and they hungry, for
More dig drugs, never drugs
Fucking two bitches with four bluffs
Your nigga lost his bitch
I'm walking in on some boss shit
Juicy J, I talk money i don't talk shit
I want it all, I don't care what the cost is
I'm so motherfuckin' fly
I should star on Startreck
And they should bring that show back
Let me show niggas how to swag
Money talk, I promise I heard your money last
I ain't got no my past
All them niggas on me, in the grass
Catching my ashes
From the end of my weed smoke
Rubber bands my jewelry, nigga
Diamonds is my weed, man

We don't play about that work
And them rubber bands
We don't play about that work
And them rubber bands
We don't play about that work
And them rubber bands
Fuck with my rubber bands, it's a murder man
We don't play about that work
And them rubber bands
We don't play about that work
And them rubber bands
We don't play about that work
And them rubber bands
Fuck with my rubber bands, it's a murder man