RubberBands Lyrics

Lust, Lust, Lust

The Microphone

What he say

Finna fly out tomorrow, fuck around then we

Then we fly again

Did Lusty Make That?

We finna fly again, fly again, fly again

My hair getting long, I need RubberBands

This money getting fat, I need RubberBands

Two phones, all gone, I need RubberBands, RubberBands, RubberBands

She said it's too long, so she used her hands

If I lose it, I ain't tripping, make it back again

I can't fall like no jeans or trip on no laces

Hold 'em up, pockets heavy on these pants

My hair getting long, I need RubberBands

This money getting fat, I need RubberBands

Two phones, all gone, I need RubberBands, RubberBands, RubberBands

She said it's too long, so she used her hands

If I lose it, I ain't tripping, make it back again

I can't fall like no jeans or trip on no laces

Hold 'em up, pockets heavy on these pants

Everything growing, need more plans

I can't hold it together, need more hands

Use to trap out the Toyota's, then a nigga older got older

Now I'm finna go cop me a new Benz

Hopped in a charger, V Eight on the motor, Hundred Fifty while a nigga roll up

Don't keep nothing but big ones, pack weigh three tons and made a new quota

I could tell it over, couldn't lift no car now look the whole earth on my shoulder

I can never change sides or get mad about none, I don't even flip when I fold her

Got my hands on a pack, then I made me a rack by the time that I finished and sold her

And you know it's a fact, always keep me a stack

Just for a nigga to hold up

My hair getting long, I need RubberBands

This money getting fat, I need RubberBands

Two phones, all gone, I need RubberBands, RubberBands, RubberBands

She said it's too long, so she used her hands

If I lose it, I ain't tripping, make it back again

I can't fall like no jeans or trip on no laces

Hold 'em up, pockets heavy on these pants

My hair getting long, I need RubberBands

This money getting fat, I need RubberBands

Two phones, all gone, I need RubberBands, RubberBands, RubberBands

She said it's too long, so she used her hands

If I lose it, I ain't tripping, make it back again

I can't fall like no jeans or trip on no laces

Hold 'em up, pockets heavy on these pants

Just bought a watch, I went plain

That shit rubber, you call that a chain?

From the gutter, now they scream my name

You want to be me, it's covered with hate like

No airlines, this a PJ

How much guap is a nigga gon' make

Or hoes that a nigga gon' break

Got me some bread, now she giving me cake

I want more, that's too small of a plate

Appetite big so I need me a tray

Young nigga, still making a way

Nah, they can't see me, I'm in own lane

Niggas fake so I'm back to the basics

Do all that talking, I'm still getting paid

Don't care, give a fuck about whatever they say

Mask on while she giving me face

My hair getting long, I need RubberBands

This money getting fat, I need RubberBands

Two phones, all gone, I need RubberBands, RubberBands, RubberBands

She said it's too long, so she used her hands

If I lose it, I ain't tripping, make it back again

I can't fall like no jeans or trip on no laces

Hold 'em up, pockets heavy on these pants

My hair getting long, I need RubberBands

This money getting fat, I need RubberBands

Two phones, all gone, I need RubberBands, RubberBands, RubberBands

She said it's too long, so she used her hands

If I lose it, I ain't tripping, make it back again

I can't fall like no jeans or trip on no laces

Hold 'em up, pockets heavy on these pants