[Hook: DJ c*nta]
Rubber, rubber bands round my wrist 'cause I'm making show money
Fishscale in the pot, we be the sweet rock honey
I won't lie, I get exotic with Mary
I live life for the moment, that's what them old folks tell me
I'm just trying to stack a mil, so I grind every day
I'm just trying to stack a mil, I hit that block every day
I'm just trying to stack a mil, I tote my strap every day
I'm just trying to stack a mil, I open shop every day
I'm a stunna!
[Verse 1: DJ c*nta]
What it is, what it do, dropping hits with DJ Lou[?]
Flood the streets with this right here and then we hit 'em with the screw
Flip it back, toss a stack, we're getting money over here
Putting Huntsville on the map, we holds it down around here
DJ c*nta motherf**ers, and ain't there another like me
Had to drop my own tape, 'cause that ra-rap don't excite me
VIP in the club with my eyes on a hottie
Want to rub all on her body-wody, like a Maserati
Hit the, hit the stage, chicke-chicken all talk
Old bird up in the building, so we shutting down shop
Ask not what the streets will get, but what you'll learn from the streets
It's a lot of mouths to feed, so I be hustling
Every day, like [Aye!]
'Cause in my night life, [Aye!]
Gotta get this money
If you don't do nothing, n***a, go on get your cheese up
'Cause every day my money re-up, for real though
[Hook]
[Verse 2: Yung Clova]
With the Sweet, rubber band stacks, no card
Fishscale, Pyrex, whip it, whip it real hard
Benz coupe, drop top, what a lovely sight
Bottle popping, dro burning, damn!
I'm a astronaut
I'm in an Aston Martin, b**h asking questions
I ain't even talking, diamonds got 'em actin'
A damn fool in this motherf**er
Dapping, moonwalking so I glide in this motherf**er
What the f**, the trap boys in the house tonight
If you ain't getting money then your a** ain't grinding right
Yeah you good but I'm hood plus my swag Gucci
Don't even Dolce, I'm wearing Louie
Every day, like [Aye!]
'Cause in my night life, [Aye!]
Get this money, n***a!
If you don't do nothing, n***a, go on get your cheese up
'Cause every day my money re-up, for real though
[Hook]
[Bridge: DJ c*nta]
Bands round my...
Fishscale in the...
I won't lie...
Y'all live life for the moment
That's what them old folks tell me!
[Verse 3: ST 2 Lettaz]
Rubber bands 'round my wrist, Jumpmans on my kicks
Marching bands in my trunk, watch my fans blowing kisses
Superman in my spliff, couple grand in my piss
And if I can't get that b**h I bet she leaving with my sis
Want the money and the power, I stay away from them cowards
I'm my own boss, b**h, you can keep your forty hours
While them s**ers looking sour, I ain't got enough towels
In the shower with two college chicks getting devoured
Young executive, respected as the best at this
Competitive and that's why I consecutively wreck this sh**
I'm packing up my suitcase, headed to the UK
'Cause I want to get paid in a new place
Every day like...
Going hey like...
If you don't do sh** at least get your cheese up
'Cause every day my money re-up...