[Intro: Rubberband OG]
Go
Come fuck with me, nigga
It's a motherfuckin' trap holiday, man, you know
Ayy
[Chorus: Rubberband OG]
Eight hundred dollar 'bows ('Bows), get your pockets swole (Swole)
Make your trap boom (Boom), clientele beatin' down your door (Yeah)
First you get the money (Money), then you get the hoes (Hoes)
Don't it feel good to wake up to a bankroll? (Take off)
Eight hundred dollar 'bows ('Bows), get your pockets swole (Swole)
Make your trap boom (Boom), clientele beatin' down your door (Yeah)
First you get the money (Money), then you get the hoes (Hoes)
Don't it feel good to wake up to a bankroll? (Yeah)
[Verse 1: Rubberband OG]
I just got back from Cali, boy, I'm finna fuck up the market (Fuck 'em up)
I got more bags than Walmart, that shit made me a target (Damn)
But I ain't trippin', juggin' 'round the city with that carbon (On God)
I'm tryna jugg a thousand 'bows, I want that new Ferrari (That new Ferrrai)
You buy a fifty pack of these, I bet your trap start jumpin' (Jumpin')
Oh you ain't profit nothin'? (Nothin') You must be sellin' the money (Damn)
I pull up in that Hellcat, you hear me 'fore I'm comin' (Vroom)
I do the money dance when that pack land in Montgomery (Do the money dance, nigga)
Eight hundred dollar bags in, I'm talkin' good 'za (Good 'za)
Them bitches smell like candy (Candy) and they smoke like top (Top shelf)
Five dollar grams, whole city tryna shop (They shoppin')
Stayed down for thirty days (Yeah), watch how you run up some guap (Yeah)
[Chorus: Rubberband OG]
Eight hundred dollar 'bows ('Bows), get your pockets swole (Swole)
Make your trap boom (Boom), clientele beatin' down your door (Yeah)
First you get the money (Money), then you get the hoes (Hoes)
Don't it feel good to wake up to a bankroll? (Take off)
[Verse 2: ABGR Lil Cory]
Yeah, knot on me can't fold, in the trap got strong
Yeah, turkey bag just landed (Landed), I'm beatin' the pack out 'til it gone
Yeah, money comin' in, I get locked in, get in that zone
Spend these racks, I blow a bag in Saks, pocket puckin' all this cash
Bouncin' like a jumpin' jack, clientele, got a lot of that
Bag came in, I got 'em off, I turned myself to a boss
Ayy, never trippin', we bought a lot, don't ask the price, just pay the cost
Yeah, niggas poor, ain't got a penny, flexin' shit that they ain't bought
[Chorus: Rubberband OG]
Eight hundred dollar 'bows ('Bows), get your pockets swole (Swole)
Make your trap boom (Boom), clientele beatin' down your door (Yeah)
First you get the money (Money), then you get the hoes (Hoes)
Don't it feel good to wake up to a bankroll? (Take off)
[Outro]
(Start that bitch over, Carl)