Antiii - Rubberband

Ay
I got some cash but I'm looking for more
One Foot on neck one foot on the door
I'm on that pot like I'm cooking that dope
My girl the hottest she keeping it moist
Watch her legs split like they getting divorce
Niggas been bitches but I been that boy
Gotta go get it they ain't give me a choice
I got big knots
Rubber band pop
Rubber band pop
Rubber band pop
I just get gwap
Rubber band pop
Rubber band pop
Rubber band pop

I'm catching eyes when I walked in,
I'm in your top ten,
Her booty poke out like shark fin,
I dig when she pop it,
Pull up in something that's Dark tint,
I'm flying like Clark Kent
I'm on the East and I drop pin,
you know that I'm locked in,
Word round town you can tell I'm important
They telling and pointing that make me sick I need a doctor appointment, I get my cut and you copping the ointment, know niggas with work but they ducking employment they fuck with the homie,
The prices went up they ain't fucking with you, I married the money the husband the groom
I got a knot it ain't coming a loose,
I got some shooters you wanted the hoop
My fetti depressed so my money be blue
I do the most you got nothing to do
Them bitches they treat me like Im Uncle Luke,
She keep it wet like shey jumped in the pool
I'm on the tree like I'm hung from a noose,
I got that punch and that juice
I had no choice I got something to prove

Yeah
Ay
I got some cash but I'm looking for more
One Foot on neck one foot on the door
I'm on that pot like I'm cooking that dope
My girl the hottest she keeping it moist
Watch her legs split like they getting divorce
Niggas been bitches but I been that boy
Gotta go get it they ain't give me a choice
I got big knots
Rubber band pop
Rubber band pop
Rubber band pop
I just get gwap
Rubber band pop
Rubber band pop
Rubber band pop

Back in the kitchen I'm breaking my wrist,
Rolling up that dope and I'm taking my hits,
These niggas not real they not catching a fish
I'm lit with this cake now she making a wish
She made me big like she pressing the shift
If she not throwing she get in a lyft,
Unwrap that package like it is a gift
Stop all that acting boy stick the script
Tick tock
Can't be pushing no clock I gotta go get it
No pit stop
I got big knots I want big knots,
Back in my bag gotta keep it ziplock
Cause they want the ingredient and,
I want that sack like a defensive end,
Pussy so good that I'm leaving it in,
I had to rate that bitch ten out of ten
Ballin like I'm on that e.s.p.n,
Money be talking I won't speak again
Gotta go get it I get it again
Gotta go get it I get it again

Yeah
Ay
I got some cash but I'm looking for more
One Foot on neck one foot on the door
I'm on that pot like I'm cooking that dope
My girl the hottest she keeping it moist
Watch her legs split like they getting divorce
Niggas been bitches but I been that boy
Gotta go get it they ain't give me a choice
I got big knots
Rubber band pop
Rubber band pop
Rubber band pop
I just get gwap
Rubber band pop
Rubber band pop
Rubber band pop

Written by:
Donald Eames

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