Work N Rubberbands

(albüm: Street God 4: Tried & True - 2016)

[Project Pat:]
We don't play about that work and them rubber bands
We don't play about that work and them rubber bands
We don't play about that work and them rubber bands
Fuck with my rubber bands, it's a murder man
We don't play about that work and them rubber bands
We don't play about that work and them rubber bands
We don't play about that work and them rubber bands
Fuck with my rubber bands, it's a murder man

It's money on the table, [?] he gon' die
Finna take your chance to get this cash, [?] nigga gon' try
Fuck police and them snitches, sons of bitches, bullets can fly
Chopper bullets make ten canaries bake like chicken pop pie
If you real like you say you is, the streets gon' tell it, no lie
If you wanna get [?]
I'm gon' always hustle on the low so my pockets stay high
I got those who'll let them triggers blow, one snap my fingers, you die
Blowing gas straight from Mexico, that's why my brain's in the sky
Talk about taking something [?] Colombian neck tie
Coming straight up the banana boat, now I'm gon' put the town
Making plays like the Superbowl, each one gon' be a touchdown

We don't play about that work and them rubber bands
We don't play about that work and them rubber bands
We don't play about that work and them rubber bands
Fuck with my rubber bands, it's a murder man
We don't play about that work and them rubber bands
We don't play about that work and them rubber bands
We don't play about that work and them rubber bands
Fuck with my rubber bands, it's a murder man

[Juicy J:]
My fingers tired from counting fetti
Triple bands on a hundred, I don't fuck with 20's
Unless they young and they hungry, for [?]
More dig drugs, never [?] drugs
Fucking two bitches with four bluffs
Your nigga lost his bitch
I'm walking in on some boss shit
Juicy J, I talk money
I don't talk shit
I want it all, I don't care what the cost is
I'm so motherfucking fly, I should star on Startreck
And they should bring that show back, let me show niggas how to swag
Money talk, I promise I heard your money last
I ain't got no [?] my past
All them niggas on me, [?] in the grass
Catching my ashes
From the end of my weed smoke
Rubber bands my jewelry, nigga
Diamonds is my weed, man

[Project Pat:]
We don't play about that work and them rubber bands
We don't play about that work and them rubber bands
We don't play about that work and them rubber bands
Fuck with my rubber bands, it's a murder man
We don't play about that work and them rubber bands
We don't play about that work and them rubber bands
We don't play about that work and them rubber bands
Fuck with my rubber bands, it's a murder man