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Rubberband Man

"Rubberband Man" Lyrics by Babyface Ray

She asked me what’s my name, I’m the Rubberband Man (Mob)

[Chorus]

She asked me what’s my name, I’m the Rubberband Man

b**ch, f**k what you sayin’, I’m the Rubberband Man

She asked me what’s my name, I’m the Rubberband Man

b**ch, f**k all that playin’, I’m the Rubberband Man (Green money)

I’m the Rubberband Man (Old money), meet the Rubberband Man

I’m the Rubberband Man, meet the Rubberband Man, yeah

[Verse 1]

Rubber bands, got it stacked in a box

Lil’ nigga, is you havin’ or not?

Count a hundred-thirty G’s at my lil’ base spot (Yeah)

They’ll lass out your grass just to get what you got

Not out though, my BM ride Forgiatos, dodgin’ potholes

Thick bread, hella cheese, nigga, this a gang roll

I’ma f**k her all night, turn the lil’ b**ch psycho

I touched up mine and bring the head and this is not a typo

We got that young Michael (Brown boy)

Yeah, the mix we got, we can turn that sh*t white, nigga

The hype die, I just hope you’ll be alright, nigga (Alright)

I hit the mic’ and bleed my soul, this my life, nigga

I’m in H. Lorenzo, the sh*t I cop, could’ve put down for a benzo

She keep f**kin’ lame niggas, put her in the friend zone

I got conversation pieces, so I let my wrist show

Ridin’ with me, glizzy with the switch on it

Every week I got this sh*t, you might go ask big four

Mr. Put-That-sh*t-On

Mr. Go-And-Get-That-Bag-And-Show-These-Niggas-How-To-Do

Candy on the old school look just like a Prada shooter

Rule motherf**ker, f**kin’ don’t acknowledge you

How you turned the crib smaller than a f**kin’ college room?

Did my thing on peace street, road deal, columns too

Money flyin’ in the room, b**ches like “Who is you?”

[Chorus]

She asked me what’s my name, I’m the Rubberband Man

b**ch, f**k what you sayin’, I’m the Rubberband Man

She asked me what’s my name, I’m the Rubberband Man

b**ch, f**k all that playin’, I’m the Rubberband Man (Green money)

I’m the Rubberband Man (Old money), meet the Rubberband Man

I’m the Rubberband Man, meet the Rubberband Man, yeah

[Verse 2]

Mr. Rocket-Plain-Jane (Real)

Ain’t no time to gangbang, blood fifties, blue hundreds gettin’ paid

Nigga, get back, you ain’t my mans or get sprayed

I’m at Tec’s, spillin’ Casa Azul all on my sick J’s

Why these niggas get some money always get it strange?

Ayy, what hoes say? I’ll never change

No filter, I’ll say the sh*t they never say

I’m in the back relaxin’, let my partner navigate

I’ma set the table, you can get a plate

Some niggas get they sh*t and run, some other niggas stay

Ten b**ches wantin’ me while I’m at Papi’s stay

sh*t, we all got to die, but you can die today

[Chorus]

She asked me what’s my name, I’m the Rubberband Man

b**ch, f**k what you sayin’, I’m the Rubberband Man

She asked me what’s my name, I’m the Rubberband Man

b**ch, f**k all that playin’, I’m the Rubberband Man (Green money)

I’m the Rubberband Man (Old money), meet the Rubberband Man

I’m the Rubberband Man, meet the Rubberband Man, yeah

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