[Intro]
Tempo: ~72 BPM (trap pocket) — heavy 808s, sparse piano/pad, punchy snare/clap. Deep-voice delivery, low-pass on doubles, tube saturation on lead vocal. Feel the night, feel the grind.
[Verse 1]
when it comes to that money,,ill go berserk.I love that green, just like the hulk.im chasing that paper,so just let me work. I don't have time,these fellas be playing, cause I'm on a mission, you you know what I'm saying, most yall talking about killing and robbing. but I'm gone keep stacking these bands, money I love it,just ask your chick,she keep on sweating me,she know that I'm lit,look my watch, look how it glistening .I told truth but fellas ant listin.
[Chorus]
all yall fellas just out here playing, cause when I clap I don't use no hands, Only thing I'm stretching, is them damn rubber bands, stack so big it want fit in my pants,all I'm saying, ima get that ,get that ,get that, money, repeat twice
all yall fellas just out here playing, cause when I clap I don't use no hands, Only thing I'm stretching, is them damn rubber bands, stack so big it want fit in my pants,all I'm saying, ima get that ,get that ,get that, money, repeat twice
[Verse 2]
Late night, city glow, counting out the lessons learned,
Cold breath, colder heart, watch the world and watch it turn.
Rubber bands snapping like the rhythm of the block,
Cart full of hopes, heavy mind — keep the hustle on lock.
I move with purpose, silent steps, the ledger on my mind,
Every lick of daylight got another contract signed.
She call my name when the sun rise, pockets singing hymns,
Ice on my wrist, heartbeat loud, stacking wins on wins.
[Pre-Chorus]
Low-slung coupe, tinted glass, bass hit when I slide,
Eyes on the prize, never on the petty petty lies.
Count it up, fold it neat, rubber bands holdin' stacks,
This the life I molded up, no room for turning back.
[Chorus]
all yall fellas just out here playing, cause when I clap I don't use no hands, Only thing I'm stretching, is them damn rubber bands, stack so big it want fit in my pants,all I'm saying, ima get that ,get that ,get that, money, repeat twice
all yall fellas just out here playing, cause when I clap I don't use no hands, Only thing I'm stretching, is them damn rubber bands, stack so big it want fit in my pants,all I'm saying, ima get that ,get that ,get that, money, repeat twice
[Bridge]
Deep voice ad-libs (slight pitch drop): "Yeah... heavy bands... watch glisten..."
Pressure turned to diamonds, pressure turned to plans,
We don't gamble with fate — we hustle with our hands.
Mind sharp like the city lights slicing through the smoke,
I built this from the ground up, every promise, every note.
[Chorus — Finale]
all yall fellas just out here playing, cause when I clap I don't use no hands, Only thing I'm stretching, is them damn rubber bands, stack so big it want fit in my pants,all I'm saying, ima get that ,get that ,get that, money, repeat twice
all yall fellas just out here playing, cause when I clap I don't use no hands
