MyCool - Rubber Bandz Lyrics

I got them rubber bands tho
See You flexing on the gram like whatchu need a Benz for
Broke for way too long I swear to God the money damn slow
Calculated plots to calculate potential cash flow
You hatin' mother f*cker whatchu mad for
I got them rubber bands straight from the motherland grind till I count up a hunnit stackz
We steady doublin, profiting pockets and ya'll ready know Imma run it back
I got them rubber bands straight from the motherland grind till I count up a hunnit stackz
We steady doublin, profiting pockets and ya'll ready know Imma run it back
A mo'f*cker never had shit
In the lab with the pen and pad
Spit sick rhymes till I finna cash in
Man I kept the rubber band cash stashed in the mattress like woah
Whatchu know about the rap shit
But the swag and a million ad-libs, I ain't feelin that shit
Mof*cker if you really that rich
Shut the f*ck up or get your ass kicked
And mof*cker never knew nothin'
Gotta grind for that revenue sum, boy you better do somethin'
Get a crib with a better view, son,
For your mama, who could better use some
And for your pops, pray the cheddar do come
Cos the hustle never let a fool run
And forever new slumps keep callin, my endeavours grew numb
Cos my brother was depressed for too long
I got them rubber bands tho
See You flexing on the gram like whatchu need a Benz for
Broke for way too long I swear to God the money damn slow
Calculated plots to calculate potential cash flow
You hatin' mother f*cker whatchu mad for
I got them rubber bands straight from the motherland grind till I count up a hunnit stackz
We steady doublin, profiting pockets and ya'll ready know Imma run it back
I got them rubber bands straight from the motherland grind till I count up a hunnit stackz
We steady doublin, profiting pockets and ya'll ready know Imma run it back
A mof*cker living low key
Had to grind to get the rhythms so clean
Now we spitting OG shit
Braids and a set of gold teeth
Plenty chains but I swear it dont mean shit
If your bars weaker than my grandmama old knees
Talking money but u ain't got no cheese
I could take your whole team, motherf*ckers acting stupid on screen
All these rappers ain't got nothin on me
And a mof*cker never gave a damn
Stay silent while I'm making major plans
And they taking it for granted
Swear that all of they gone take advantage
Weakened by the vacancy of damage
Imma bring way more than these fake emcees can manage
Ghost mode, wait and see the phantom
Motherf*cking savage
All you rappers on your way to average
The least that ya'll could do is show some manners bitch
I got them rubber bands tho
See You flexing on the gram like whatchu need a Benz for
Broke for way too long I swear to God the money damn slow
Calculated plots to calculate potential cash flow
You hatin' mother f*cker whatchu mad for
I got them rubber bands straight from the motherland grind till I count up a hunnit stackz
We steady doublin, profiting pockets and ya'll ready know Imma run it back
I got them rubber bands straight from the motherland grind till I count up a hunnit stackz
We steady doublin, profiting pockets and ya'll ready know Imma run it back
I got them rubber bands straight from the motherland grind till I count up a hunnit stackz
We steady doublin, profiting pockets and ya'll ready know Imma run it back
I got them rubber bands straight from the motherland grind till I count up a hunnit stackz
We steady doublin, profiting pockets and ya'll ready know Imma run it back