Rubberbands

[Chorus: Yung Bleu] Rubber bands, rubber bands (ooh ooh) I count in rubber bands, rubber bands (ooh ooh) Let's count up twenty cash, twenty cash (twenty cash) Let's count up twenty cash, twenty cash (twenty cash) I'ma throw it on your ass, on your ass You know I'm livin' fast, livin' fast Rubber bands, rubber bands (ooh ooh) I count in rubber bands, rubber bands (yeah) [Verse 1: Yung Bleu] Keep it quiet, I'm dodgin' the feds Got this dope in the back of the Benz Ballin' above the rim I got no love for them Got the street money, no clean money Got a lot of blues, no green money Got a bankroll in my jeans, huh So many rubber bands on me You ain't gon' lay a hand on me I think I need a fan on me I got a couple bands on me Got the juice like Capri Sun I pull up in a Nissan, yeah [Chorus: Yung Bleu] Rubber bands, rubber bands (ooh ooh) I count in rubber bands, rubber bands (ooh ooh) Let's count up twenty cash, twenty cash (twenty cash) Let's count up twenty cash, twenty cash (twenty cash) I'ma throw it on your ass, on your ass You know I'm livin' fast, livin' fast Rubber bands, rubber bands (ooh ooh) I count in rubber bands, rubber bands [Verse 2: YFN Lucci] Uh, rubber bands, twenty bands, hundred grand I'm that man, hah, I'm that man, yeah, I'm the man, yeah She want me to put a diamond on her hand, yeah I want her to come through for me with no hands, yeah Fuck me when I land, let's fuck up some bands Girl I just might Chanel her, I like Alexander, yeah Wang or McQueen, I pop bands on my queen Make it rain on my queen, yeah [Chorus: Yung Bleu] Rubber bands, rubber bands (ooh ooh) I count in rubber bands, rubber bands (ooh ooh) Let's count up twenty cash, twenty cash (twenty cash) Let's count up twenty cash, twenty cash (twenty cash) I'ma throw it on your ass, on your ass You know I'm livin' fast, livin' fast Rubber bands, rubber bands (ooh ooh) I count in rubber bands, rubber bands (yeah) [Verse 3: Yung Bleu] I made a major bag, I'm scrapin' up all this cash I'm fuckin' forty hoes, I need a Golden Globe (Bitch you gon' get it, I swear) Louis V bag to hold the load I got Louis V bags to hold the load Rubber bands on me now Rubber bands on me now (I'ma pop that ass with this rubber band, I swear to God) Rubber bands, rubber bands [Chorus: Yung Bleu] Rubber bands, rubber bands (ooh ooh) I count in rubber bands, rubber bands (ooh ooh) Let's count up twenty cash, twenty cash (twenty cash) Let's count up twenty cash, twenty cash (twenty cash) I'ma throw it on your ass, on your ass You know I'm livin' fast, livin' fast Rubber bands, rubber bands (ooh ooh) I count in rubber bands, rubber bands (yeah)