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feelings I turned skeleton
I hear her knocking at my heart but I can't let her in
I need a rubber band I hit my head tryna get a knot
Ion need nobody but

the niggas the more I stay realer see thru the grape vines  (thru the grape vines)
I can tell thru ur lies ain't gettin em by (no u gettin em by)

Man up

the bands stay constant
I done made a little bit off weighin my options
I don't think that them boys plan on stoppin
Been sick
You could tell by my watch

the rubber bands
Ain't about money I'm sorry don't understand
I can't hit him I bet you my brother can
We pulled up made that boy do the running man
Feel like

that one boy that hate me
Let's do a song stop hating, stop faking
Tell that one boy to stop hating, aye man let's do a song
Aye just stop playing for

But they can not tell you I ain't tell'em the plan
Laughing to the bank catch a nigga if you can
The money come fast so I'm always in a rush
I just hit

just got a new coupe
Them young boys on side of me, they don't play by no rules
The opps be playing hide and seek
When I catch em swear they through
I

jeans I’m with the money team
Late at night I see dead people
I'm like a money zombie rubber band hundreds
Comma, comma, comma
Bankrolls after bankrolls
I

rhymes in Ghana tryna play Amadeus and Brahms cut to now it's time for
Rap Opera

This is renaissance music (Let me tell 'em what it is)
Cyberspace music

like "Manny, don't you panic, double wrap and keep it landed
Have the pack gone when it land, I get the racks and rubber-band it"
Bitch don't get it

Street Money

Rick Ross

Carol City's King

2008

That street money, that street, that street money

I started flat broke, now I'm poppin' rubber bands
I know I'm the shit, I done ate a ton of spam
If

Fuck the radio they probably gonna ban this
And I'm trained to go I'm probably gonna blam this
It's Tone Rucka Muh Fucka what you thought boy
Nigga swore

can't eat elephants whole
Try kill me one bite at a time though but i'm still here
A soulja boy tell em i told ya
Spoke with a delicate tone
Let it hit

wow
Not Soulja boy but I make it go bow 
Needa mc to much money to count 
Bitches and niggas be cap getta gown 

Run it up fast n I gave em a frown

Feelin' like a hot boy, feel like Soulja slim free BG
All them suckas turn they back, and I ain't really need em
Road to success, I caught a flat, they kept

wanting smoke, they gon' end up choking, get to boasting
Tell em' roll up like a Venti
Feeling slow motion, sipping potion
Had to blow shit
Points

dawg in a street when he don't got a leash
I used to play ball on the plaza
I use to run faster I came out the mud w the cleats
This be a game
This boy

bust down
(Yeah)
Big bust down
Got diamonds in my watch
You can tell by the crown
Diamonds all round
Got them from outta town
Big bust down
(Yeah)
Big

Playerizm

Celly Cel

Killa Kali

1995

Readin' Pimp 
Playa-istic shit 
By dino boys 
Tryin' to get these hoes for every nook & cranny 
And make 'em join 
The winning team 
Ain't nothin'

to suffocate me
Rubber band Mr Fantastic
Used to sleep on an air mattress
If you bought a car before you bought a crib
I'mma tell you that's ass backwards
Main

Trying to count it by hand we be thumbing through them bands in the H
In the H run it up another hundred M 's on the way ok
Gogetta bomaye kill em all got

Same fuck niggas with they hand out
Same stacks on, bring the bands out
Nigga should be workin on they money skeme
Back to the convers, kill em with one

the top off of that
See my face, love my race, I'm young, gifted
And black
Rubber band money, Pyrex full of crack
Surrounded by the re-up
What's fuckin'

It's the summer time
We live it up
Major numbers
This year
Imma run em up
Turn em boys to ganja
Yes we burn em all
Bitch I'm hotter than a furnace
My