Текст песни Rubber Bands - Corey Patrick

Bands I be stacking rubber bands
Keep it G like the buckle on my pants
Shawty dance every time I let it rain
Got her head spinning like a weather vane
Go to bed boy, before you in a casket
Go to bed with that .45 on my mattress
Got that bag, that bag on me
I count up fast like 1, 2, 3
Getting cash, let's eat
These hoes casualties

They some ho's to me
These niggas cannot roll with me
Ain't no ho in me
Can't wear my shoes, can't ball with me
I smoke a zone to sleep, ain't into counting sheep
Guess that's the wolf in me, I never count on sheep
I got that gasoline, your bitch a guzzler
She even paying me, that bitch a customer
Wake up like fuck the world (Fuck it, fuck it, fuck it)
I might just flip the bird (Flip it, flip it, flip it)
Everything gravy baby, I'm nice and wavy baby
Hop in the 'cedes 'cedes, I'll drive you crazy baby
As long as you cool with the fact that money my main lady, and I'ma touch it daily

Bands I be stacking rubber bands
Keep it G like the buckle on my pants
Shawty dance every time I let it rain
Got her head spinning like a weather vane
Go to bed boy, before you in a casket
Go to bed with that .45 on my mattress
Got that bag, that bag on me
I count up fast like 1, 2, 3
Getting cash, let's eat
These hoes casualties