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HOOK (Rubberband OG) You get money, yo trap do numbers? You bout to cop a foreign car for the summer? Gotta make sure you got some solid n*ggas wit you Them h*es sweating the same ones who used to diss you You f*cking h*es now, designer clothes now You got shooters ready to wipe a n*gga nose now You can’t f*ck that check up you gotta save some Buy them pounds, break em down with your day ones VERSE 1 (Rubberband OG) Lil n*gga done took off (took off) Think about all the haters you shook off (shook off) Think about all the n*ggas they ain't look out Now look how we balling, we in the playoffs Car with no roof now, Bentley coupe now Them h*es ain't wanna f*ck, you f*cking em by the two now You made yourself a boss, so you ain’t got sh*t to prove now Them youngins on the front line, ready to shoot now I been tweaking I been geeking off them Percocets Got pulled over by the law, hope they don’t search this b*tch Ain’t got time to lay up with her, I’m tryna work the b*tch Make her hit the road, pick up them loads Lil n*gga solid you know he won’t bend or fold He bout his paper he ain't chasing after h*es He went to Cali found a plug on them bows How to get some money, sh*t, that’s all that n*gga know HOOK (Rubberband OG) You get money, yo trap do numbers? You bout to cop a foreign car for the summer? Gotta make sure you got some solid n*ggas wit you Them h*es sweating the same ones who used to diss you You f*cking h*es now, designer clothes now You got shooters ready to wipe a n*gga nose now You can’t f*ck that check up you gotta save some Buy them pounds, break em down with your day ones VERSE 2 (YFN Lucci) Aye buy them pounds, break em down with your day one Lil bro got hit at a couple times, He still ain't shake nothin Take nun, I can get em hit up for like 800, Boss man I can send them wherever that they want it and I’m not playing Big dog, I do what I want, they do what they can I put VVS and Baguette’s on both my hands, aye rose gold white and Yellow I go every color they can, aye rose gold white and yellow Fly n*gga Toucan Sam, this sh*t on my wrist cost a ticket His b*tch on my d*ck that’s a thick b*tch All this ice in my mouth I think I got frost bit I can't, I can’t leave the house without my stick (Yea) I can’t put these racks off in my jeans, that sh*t won’t fit If I don’t buy that Birkin for my b*tch gone have a fit I can’t do no verse if you ain’t talking more than a brick I’m gone cop that verse and Ima pop my pop pop my lil sh*t HOOK (Rubberband OG) You get money, yo trap do numbers? You bout to cop a foreign car for the summer? Gotta make sure you got some solid n*ggas wit you Them h*es sweating the same ones who used to diss you You f*cking h*es now, designer clothes now You got shooters ready to wipe a n*gga nose now You can’t f*ck that check up you gotta save some Buy them pounds, break em down with your day ones