Rubber Bands lyrics

by

Juicy J


[Hook]
We don't play about the work and the rubber bands
We don't play about the work and the rubber bands
We don't play about the work and the rubber bands
f*ck with my rubber bands, it's a murder man
We don't play about the work and the rubber bands
We don't play about the work and the rubber bands
We don't play about the work and the rubber bands
f*ck with my rubber bands, it's a murder man

[Verse 1: Project Pat]
If its money on the table they get wronged and they gon' die
Penitentiary chance to get this cash, I'm wrong but a n*gga gon' try
f*ck police and them snitches, sons of b*tches bullets can fly
Choppa bullets make singing canaries baked like chicken pot pie
If you real like you say you is, the streets gon' tell it no lie
If you phony get f*cked like a sl*t, when dunked kicked out good bye
I'm gon' always hustle on the low, so my pockets stay high
I got thugs who at them triggers, blow one snap my finger you die
Blowing gas straight from Mexico, that's why my brains at the sky
Talking about taking something, they good though, Colombian they tie
Call me straight up the banana boat, now I'm gon' flood the town
Making plays like the Superbowl, each one gon' be a touchdown

[Hook]
We don't play about the work and the rubber bands
We don't play about the work and the rubber bands
We don't play about the work and the rubber bands
f*ck with my rubber bands, it's a murder man
We don't play about the work and the rubber bands
We don't play about the work and the rubber bands
We don't play about the work and the rubber bands
f*ck with my rubber bands, it's a murder man
[Verse 2: Juicy J]
My fingers tired from counting fifty
Triple bands on a hunnas, I don’t f*ck with twenties
Unless they young and they hungry for the di*k, drugs
More di*k, another b*tch, drugs
f*cking two b*tches with fore gloves
Yo n*gga lost his b*tch, I'm walking in on some ball sh*t
Juicy J, I talk money, I don't talk sh*t
I wan't it all, I don't care what the cost is
I'm so motherf*cking fly
I should star on Star Trek, and they should bring the show back
Let me show n*ggas how to swag
Money talk, I promise I heard your money laugh
I ain't got no bones to pick with my past
All of the n*ggas owe me money, dead in the grass
Catching my ashes from the end of my weed smoke
Rubber bands, my jewelry n*gga, diamonds is my weed man

[Hook]
We don't play about the work and the rubber bands
We don't play about the work and the rubber bands
We don't play about the work and the rubber bands
f*ck with my rubber bands, it's a murder man
We don't play about the work and the rubber bands
We don't play about the work and the rubber bands
We don't play about the work and the rubber bands
f*ck with my rubber bands, it's a murder man
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