"Rubber Bandz" lyrics

In the kitchen whippin' with' the pots and pans
Choppa make a nigga do the runnin' man
I just want a Bentley and a hunnid bands
I wrap all the money in the rubber bands

Got the thirty on me nigga don't you try
Fool me or my niggas they gon' start riot
Potato on the [?] when I shoot it's quiet
[?] In the Audi so you can't deny
Margiela spend a nigga rent up on my feet
It's a cold world so I'm workin' with the heat
It's a bad bitch boolin' in the Coupe with me
I'm in Tennessee, sippin' on some Hennessy
You niggas killin' me, tryna take my energy
Never had to pay for weed, I finesse the shit for free
Boolin' in a white tee, I can fuck your wifey
All these choppas by me, so you don't wanna try me

In the kitchen whippin' with' the pots and pans
Choppa make a nigga do the runnin' man
I just want a Bentley and a hunnid bands
I wrap all the money in the rubber bands
In the kitchen whippin' with' the pots and pans
Choppa make a nigga do the runnin' man
I just want a Bentley and a hunnid bands
I wrap all the money in the rubber bands

A nigga run around and then we gon' hurt his mans
I don't do the pills but I can sell a Xan
Black mask gettin' in a black van
They said I wasn't finna make it, got a master plan
It's a cold world so I keep a vest
I got all this [?] shit goin' through my chest
Niggas gettin' mad because I finesse
I don't like to talk, I like to say less
Shout-out to my niggas