Eem Triplin - RUBBABAN MAN (PAPER PLANES) lyrics

What’s her name wheres she from?
Shoutout to her mom, I gotta thank her mom
Bih’ you look like Rihanna
Come kiss me like Madonna
Her attitude the finest
Fuck the islands like Moana
Well bitch, I came to party
You saying "Marijuana"
She drip with me Adonis
I want it then I got it
Four seats in my apartments
Two seats on her Chanel
These Louie-Gucci garments
I’m bringing niggas hell
The money in the air watch
It fly like paper planes
I’m so numb to the pain like Novacaine
Niggas love to hate put a
Stain all on my name
Put my arm all in it, yeah
I gave her that shoulder strain
All black forces, I ain’t rockin’ no cocaines
I’m all about my greens
Good cabbage that romaine
Chicken, chicken, baby
Money dancin’ in that dough-cane
Rubbaband man, I might change my whole name

I'm the rubbaband man, racks in my pants
Skubi on my jeans, hoe from Japan
Glock in my hand if you wanna meet that man
I can't trust that hoe
She fucked thirty-five mans
My ex found a man, bitch, fuck yo man
I'm speeding in this wheeler
Used to rob the cam tran
They tell me not to flex
Stay humble with your bands
But back when I was broke you wasn't
There with me so you wouldn't understand