We Don’t Play About Rubberbands lyrics

[Hook x2]
We don't play about the work and the rubber bands (x3)
f*ck with my rubber bands, its a murder man

[Verse 1: Project Pat]
If its money on the table they get wronged and they gone die
Penitentiary chance to get this cash, I'm wrong but a n*gga gone try
f*ck police and them snitches, sons of b*tches bullets can fly
Choppa bullets [?] baked like chicken pie pie
If you real like you say you is, the streets gone tell it no lie
If you phony get f*cked like a sl*t, when dunked kicked out good bye
I'm gone 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 gone flood the town
Making plays like the Superbowl, each one touchdown

[Hook x2]

[Verse 2:Juicy J]
My fingers tired, from counting fifty
Triple bands, only 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 2 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
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