Lyrics Dave East – Rubberband
Text:
I gotta keep it a hundred
I gotta keep it a hundred
That’s all I gotta do
I gotta keep it a hundred
I gotta keep it a hundred
I keep me some hundreds wrapped up in a rubberband
I gotta keep it a hundred
I keep me some hundreds wrapped up in a rubberband
I gotta keep it a hundred
I keep me some hundreds wrapped up in a rubberband
I gotta keep it a hundred
I keep me some hundreds wrapped up in a rubberband
I gotta keep it a hundred
I keep me some hundreds wrapped up in a rubberband
Come through your window like Bruh-da man
I got G Money, no gutta man
I ain’t really trying, nor a nigga lying anytime he stutter man
Outside with the butter grams
Neck and wrist ’bout a hundred grand
Got me feeling like a wanted man
Got a freak and she don’t want a man
Hit the bitch if I want a ten
Gucci sneaks all up in the sand
Better team and a bigger plan
Teterboro, if I wanna land
Tell the pilot I don’t wanna land
I did the hooptie, now I want the Lamb
Smoker called me said she want a gram
We not homies, you are not my man
Gunshots clear the block out
If they shooting gotta box out, since they help your mother pick the box out
Broke the 911 Porshe box out
Body full of dope I’m a knock out
I gotta keep it a hundred
I keep me some hundreds wrapped up in a rubberband
I gotta keep it a hundred
I keep me some hundreds wrapped up in a rubberband
I gotta keep it a hundred
I keep me some hundreds wrapped up in a rubberband
I gotta keep it a hundred
I keep me some hundreds wrapped up in a rubberband
I gotta keep it a hundred
I keep me some hundreds wrapped up in a rubberband
Come through your window like Bruh-da man
I got G Money, no gutta man
I ain’t really trying, nor a nigga lying anytime he stutter man
Outside with the butter grams
Neck and wrist ’bout a hundred grand
I gotta keep it a hundred
I keep me some hundred wrapped up in a rubberband
I gotta keep it a hundred
I keep me some hundreds wrapped up in a rubberband
I gotta keep it a hundred
I keep me some hundreds wrapped up in a rubberband
I gotta keep it a hundred
I keep me some hundreds wrapped up in a rubberband
I gotta keep it a hundred
I keep me some hundreds wrapped up in a rubberband
Come through your window like Bruh-da man
I got G Money, no better man
I ain’t really trying, nor a nigga lying anytime he stutter man
Outside with the butter grams
Neck and wrist ’bout a hundred grand