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Bama Loc - Rubber Bands (feat. Yung Ralph) Lyrics



Bama Loc - Rubber Bands (feat. Yung Ralph) Lyrics




Aye real niggas getting money 'round here man
Bama Loc, Yung Ralph the Juugman
From Alabama to Atlanta lets get dis paper leg-go

Now we be getting money wrapped in rubber bands (Rubber Bands)
Them tires year they skinny, call em rubber bands (Rubber Bands)
That shoebox got a plenty of them rubber bands
9 Milli' with me in case they wanna take my rubber bands (Rubber Bands)
My rubber bands (Rubber Bands) My Rubber bands (Rubber Bands)
Loud pack in my hands thumbing through my rubber bands (Rubber Bands)
My rubber bands (Rubber Bands) My rubber bands (Rubber Bands)
Boy I keep a couple grands wrapped up in a rubber band

Smoke rap and parlay, what you want some gunplay
I'm in the hood serving like im bringing out an entrée
Do it for the dirty like chevy p and sean J
Playing with them bills but I aint talking bout on Sunday
Keep a bad chick like she just got off the runway
She dig me like a spoon in a ice cream sundae
Maybe it just the swag or maybe its just the money
Or maybe its how we get it, it comes in a large abundance
Got 20's, 50's and 100's, that all that we keep among us
Got bread from 1980's but it aint covered in fungus
You can tell that we hustling for more than just a couple grand
Put it in a shoebox when I wrap it in a rubber band

Now we be getting money wrapped in rubber bands (Rubber Bands)
Them tires year they skinny, call em rubber bands (Rubber Bands)
That shoebox got a plenty of them rubber bands
9 Milli with me in case they wanna take my rubber bands (Rubber Bands)
My rubber bands (Rubber Bands) My Rubber bands (Rubber Bands)
Loud pack in my hands thumbing through my rubber bands (Rubber Bands)
My rubber bands (Rubber Bands) My rubber bands (Rubber Bands)
Boy I keep a couple grands wrapped up in a rubber band

I get rubber bands my nigga (I do)
Ain't worried bout no hater (Naw)
Fand N already cocked (bow)
Blast one of y'all haters (yep yep)
Imma fiend for that paper (paper)
Double cup imma dranker (Act)
Pockets full of den frankas (franka)
Louie down to my ankles (louie)
Naw dog I don't gang bang but my partnas twisting they fangs (they twisting)
No gun range but like field stream I got perfect aim wit that banger (I do)
I'm the jug man still making juugs in the hood getting that money (come see)
Still hit the road need a big load for the right fee im coming (im coming)
Need work dog come to Cleveland Ave (come on)
Pull up anywhere ask for Yung Ralph (dats me)
Everybody there know me, they tell ya im straight anywhere (true)
I post up with them OGs (yeah) sipping them Coronas (Coronas)
Then slide through with them young niggas (yeah) and post up on the corner
Ralph

Now we be getting money wrapped in rubber bands (Rubber Bands)
Them tires year they skinny, call em rubber bands (Rubber Bands)
That shoebox got a plenty of them rubber bands
9 Milli with me in case they wanna take my rubber bands (Rubber Bands)
My rubber bands (Rubber Bands) My Rubber bands (Rubber Bands)
Loud pack in my hands thumbing through my rubber bands (Rubber Bands)
My rubber bands (Rubber Bands) My rubber bands (Rubber Bands)
Boy I keep a couple grands wrapped up in a rubber band

Got a couple grand in a rubber band, could hit the club blow it like a fan
But I been stacking that paper up, trying to get my niggas out the can
My hustle grand and in overdrive, yours adding up mine multiply
Try to rob if you want to and get introduced to that gunfire
My aim good I never miss, my hustle too, no felonies
In town im setting precidents, with a pocket full of dead presidents
This boss level (label) I represent, hooked up with Juug we got bread to get
Saw dollar signs in 99, been out here getting it ever since
From Tuscaloosa up to Atlanta, we keep it street no propaganda
This year imma double up, like white girl mixed with arm and hammer
Stack some hundreds then rubber band them, stack some more still rubber band them
Keep on stacking this paper up 'til you lame niggas here can't stand em (ahha)

Now we be getting money wrapped in rubber bands (Rubber Bands)
Them tires year they skinny, call em rubber bands (Rubber Bands)
That shoebox got a plenty of them rubber bands
9 Milli' with me in case they wanna take my rubber bands (Rubber Bands)
My rubber bands (Rubber Bands) My Rubber bands (Rubber Bands)
Loud pack in my hands thumbing through my rubber bands (Rubber Bands)
My rubber bands (Rubber Bands) My rubber bands (Rubber Bands)
Boy I keep a couple grands wrapped up in a rubber band
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Aye real niggas getting money 'round here man
Bama Loc, Yung Ralph the Juugman
From Alabama to Atlanta lets get dis paper leg-go

Now we be getting money wrapped in rubber bands (Rubber Bands)
Them tires year they skinny, call em rubber bands (Rubber Bands)
That shoebox got a plenty of them rubber bands
9 Milli' with me in case they wanna take my rubber bands (Rubber Bands)
My rubber bands (Rubber Bands) My Rubber bands (Rubber Bands)
Loud pack in my hands thumbing through my rubber bands (Rubber Bands)
My rubber bands (Rubber Bands) My rubber bands (Rubber Bands)
Boy I keep a couple grands wrapped up in a rubber band

Smoke rap and parlay, what you want some gunplay
I'm in the hood serving like im bringing out an entrée
Do it for the dirty like chevy p and sean J
Playing with them bills but I aint talking bout on Sunday
Keep a bad chick like she just got off the runway
She dig me like a spoon in a ice cream sundae
Maybe it just the swag or maybe its just the money
Or maybe its how we get it, it comes in a large abundance
Got 20's, 50's and 100's, that all that we keep among us
Got bread from 1980's but it aint covered in fungus
You can tell that we hustling for more than just a couple grand
Put it in a shoebox when I wrap it in a rubber band

Now we be getting money wrapped in rubber bands (Rubber Bands)
Them tires year they skinny, call em rubber bands (Rubber Bands)
That shoebox got a plenty of them rubber bands
9 Milli with me in case they wanna take my rubber bands (Rubber Bands)
My rubber bands (Rubber Bands) My Rubber bands (Rubber Bands)
Loud pack in my hands thumbing through my rubber bands (Rubber Bands)
My rubber bands (Rubber Bands) My rubber bands (Rubber Bands)
Boy I keep a couple grands wrapped up in a rubber band

I get rubber bands my nigga (I do)
Ain't worried bout no hater (Naw)
Fand N already cocked (bow)
Blast one of y'all haters (yep yep)
Imma fiend for that paper (paper)
Double cup imma dranker (Act)
Pockets full of den frankas (franka)
Louie down to my ankles (louie)
Naw dog I don't gang bang but my partnas twisting they fangs (they twisting)
No gun range but like field stream I got perfect aim wit that banger (I do)
I'm the jug man still making juugs in the hood getting that money (come see)
Still hit the road need a big load for the right fee im coming (im coming)
Need work dog come to Cleveland Ave (come on)
Pull up anywhere ask for Yung Ralph (dats me)
Everybody there know me, they tell ya im straight anywhere (true)
I post up with them OGs (yeah) sipping them Coronas (Coronas)
Then slide through with them young niggas (yeah) and post up on the corner
Ralph

Now we be getting money wrapped in rubber bands (Rubber Bands)
Them tires year they skinny, call em rubber bands (Rubber Bands)
That shoebox got a plenty of them rubber bands
9 Milli with me in case they wanna take my rubber bands (Rubber Bands)
My rubber bands (Rubber Bands) My Rubber bands (Rubber Bands)
Loud pack in my hands thumbing through my rubber bands (Rubber Bands)
My rubber bands (Rubber Bands) My rubber bands (Rubber Bands)
Boy I keep a couple grands wrapped up in a rubber band

Got a couple grand in a rubber band, could hit the club blow it like a fan
But I been stacking that paper up, trying to get my niggas out the can
My hustle grand and in overdrive, yours adding up mine multiply
Try to rob if you want to and get introduced to that gunfire
My aim good I never miss, my hustle too, no felonies
In town im setting precidents, with a pocket full of dead presidents
This boss level (label) I represent, hooked up with Juug we got bread to get
Saw dollar signs in 99, been out here getting it ever since
From Tuscaloosa up to Atlanta, we keep it street no propaganda
This year imma double up, like white girl mixed with arm and hammer
Stack some hundreds then rubber band them, stack some more still rubber band them
Keep on stacking this paper up 'til you lame niggas here can't stand em (ahha)

Now we be getting money wrapped in rubber bands (Rubber Bands)
Them tires year they skinny, call em rubber bands (Rubber Bands)
That shoebox got a plenty of them rubber bands
9 Milli' with me in case they wanna take my rubber bands (Rubber Bands)
My rubber bands (Rubber Bands) My Rubber bands (Rubber Bands)
Loud pack in my hands thumbing through my rubber bands (Rubber Bands)
My rubber bands (Rubber Bands) My rubber bands (Rubber Bands)
Boy I keep a couple grands wrapped up in a rubber band
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Writer: Christopher Lewis, Raphael Thomas
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