Yea Yea

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