Juicy J - Cash In A Rubberband lyrics

rate me

Bay, bay what’s up man?

What up Juicy?

Wiz what’s up?

Project Pat what’s up?

Taylor Gang in this bitch

We’re pourin drinks in the club

Smell the weed when we coming in

We ain’t worried bout the game

Cause we running it

Got a drink, with a bottle in my other hand

Bitches love me, niggers hatin on me

Cause I got cash in a rubberband

I got cash in a rubberband

I got cash in a rubberband

I got cash in a rubberband

Commas after commas

If it’s money I’m comin

I got bands, mister drummin

Fuck the hoes that you lovin

Designer’s that’s nothing

Private jet, man that’s stuntin

You never did this shit

So my niggers start frontin

Last lady with me she ain’t even legal

I let her drive the Benz

Cause she match my ego

Derek Geeder set

I’m ballin like rollin

Catchin wind with the top down

I feel like I’m ballin

Money don’t bend, zeros don’t end

All this money that I’m stackin in

I done setting a trend

Still owning that real shit

you rap niggers are gonna kill shit

Hundred bands, throw it in the club

Don’t give a shit cause I’m still rich

We’re pourin drinks in the club

Smell the weed when we coming in

We ain’t worried bout the game

Cause we running it

Got a drink, with a bottle in my other hand

Bitches love me, niggers hatin on me

Cause I got cash in a rubberband

I got cash in a rubberband

I got cash in a rubberband

I got cash in a rubberband

I got 20000 ones in my purchases

Imma fuck the throw

All this only bitches is

You niggers life savin

One night you spending this

Shorty ass killin, she ain’t leavin no witnesses

We throwin money all night

We ain’t running now

On my Juicy J swag nigger and I’m showin out

Molly in yo girl ass and my dick in her mouth

If she don’t finish all her food

I ain’t pullin out

Rubberband bang bro

Choppers that a blow a hoe

Bigger than a hoola hoop

Through your residential door

Blowin presidential smoke, smoke

This that Cali buzz

Man plus we makin Gs

And getting our dicks sucked

We’re pourin drinks in the club

Smell the weed when we coming in

We ain’t worried bout the game

Cause we running it

Got a drink, with a bottle in my other hand

Bitches love me, niggers hatin on me

Cause I got cash in a rubberband

I got cash in a rubberband

I got cash in a rubberband

I got cash in a rubberband