K. Vixen - Poppin' Rubber Bands lyrics

[Intro: Yo Gotti (Sampled)] Pop a rubberband, that's like a hundred grand All fives, tens, and twenties, you wouldn't understand Pop a rubberband, that's like a hundred grand All fives, tens, and twenties, you wouldn't understand Pop a rubberband, that's like a hundred grand All fives, tens, and twenties, you wouldn't understand Pop a rubberband, pop a rubberband Pop a, pop a, pop a, pop a [Chorus: Yo Gotti (Sampled)] Pop a rubberband, that's like a hundred grand All fives, tens, and twenties, you wouldn't understand Pop a rubberband, that's like a hundred grand All fives, tens, and twenties, you wouldn't understand Pop a rubberband, that's like a hundred grand All fives, tens, and twenties, you wouldn't understand Pop a rubberband, that's like a hundred grand All fives, tens, and twenties, you wouldn't understand [Verse 1: Jurrarri] I pop rubberbands, the kids blowed a hundred bands Magic City Monday night, I did it for the fans Yellow Breitling, that's 160 bands Twenty diamond chains, that's another hundred grand 2010 new Camaro, I paid fifty grand Offset [?], another thirty grand Pissy j**elry gang, dropped twenty on my hand A sack full of Gucci belts, I'm the f**ing man Been had money, been had hundreds, still the f**ing man MTV and Comedy Central gave me eighty grand You say you got a record deal, 150 grand I got 80 just to show my f**ing face, man They flew me out to Hollywood, they want to meet the man CEO of Ju Records, I cut the check, man 'Rarri, 'Rarri, 'Rarri, 'Rarri 'Rarri, 'Rarri, I'm still the f**ing man [Chorus: Yo Gotti (Sampled)] Pop a rubberband, that's like a hundred grand All fives, tens, and twenties, you wouldn't understand Pop a rubberband, that's like a hundred grand All fives, tens, and twenties, you wouldn't understand Pop a rubberband, that's like a hundred grand All fives, tens, and twenties, you wouldn't understand Pop a rubberband, that's like a hundred grand All fives, tens, and twenties, you wouldn't understand [Verse 2: K. Vixen] It's K. Vixen in this b**h, who did you expect? [?] to these n***as, to these hoes, I'm a threat And I'm gon' body slam the doors and cashing checks That means I be getting money, hoes get upset I got your n***a trained, he bring me what he earned He got me eating shrimp while he got you eating s**m See, I'm the realest in it, when will they ever learn? You hoes done had your time to shine, so b**h, it's my turn I know they wanna and I know wish they could, could Ay, f** Ashanti 'cause K. Vixen got that good good I'm making moves, doing that these hoes should, should A s**y a** chick, but I'm still hood, hood South side, hoe, yeah, that's what I'm repping I bought the Prada bag just so I can tote the weapon You need to start stepping or call the paramedics 'Cause I'ma give these hoes shots like a diabetic [Chorus: Yo Gotti (Sampled)] Pop a rubberband, that's like a hundred grand All fives, tens, and twenties, you wouldn't understand Pop a rubberband, that's like a hundred grand All fives, tens, and twenties, you wouldn't understand Pop a rubberband, that's like a hundred grand All fives, tens, and twenties, you wouldn't understand Pop a rubberband, that's like a hundred grand All fives, tens, and twenties, you wouldn't understand