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ken car$on - rubberbandz poppin lyrics

[intro: ken car$on]
whoa, whoa
(8)

[chorus: shelovesmeechie]
b#tch, i’m in my bag, gucci (gucci)
shirt pucci (pucci)
check my belt, b#tch, it’s louis (whoa)
your b#tch choosin’ (a million)
fi#fifty racks inside my pockets (phew)
got my pants droppin’ (phew, phew)
n#gga, i don’t need a wallet
rubberbands poppin’ (rubberbands poppin’)
i got plenty options (i got plenty options)
n#gga, check my closet, i got plenty options (whoa, i got plenty f#ckin’ options, what?)
ooh, ooh, direct deposit (direct deposit)
b#tch, i stuffed the backend in my back pocket

[verse 1: shelovesmeechie]
whoa, i got plenty options (i got plenty options)
when#when you walk inside my closet look like neiman marcus (look like neiman marcus)
all these diamonds drippin’ on me like a water#faucet
i’m on dover street market, you at hot topic
i’m#i’m a trendin’ topic
see you pocket#watchin’ (see you pocket#watchin’)
boy, you better stop it (boy, you better stop it)
‘fore i up and pop it (‘fore i up this f#ckin’ birkin)
uh (boy, pop#pop)
and my diamonds flawless (bling)
i won’t talk much (talk)
if it ain’t money callin’ (brr)
ooh (brr#brr)

[chorus: shelovesmeechie & ken car$on]
b#tch, i’m in my bag, gucci (gucci)
shirt pucci (pucci)
(mhm)
check my belt, b#tch, it’s louis (whoa)
(mhm)
your b#tch choosin’ (a million)
(mhm)
fi#fifty racks inside my pockets (phew)
(yeah)
got my pants droppin’ (phew, phew)
(yeah)
n#gga, i don’t need a wallet
rubberbands poppin’ (rubberbands poppin’)
(yeah, yeah)
i got plenty options (i got plenty options)
(whoa)
n#gga, check my closet, i got plenty options (whoa, i got plenty f#ckin’ options, what?)
ooh, ooh, direct deposit (direct deposit)
(cash)
b#tch, i stuffed the backend in my back pocket
(uh, in my, okay, mhm)

[verse 2: ken car$on]
i’m in my bag, alyx
rollercoaster, she gon’ ride on me
[?] if he slide on me (boom#boom)
glocky on the side of me (boom#boom)
i smoke [?], boy, you smokin’ on [?] (yeah, uh#huh)
f#ck on your b#tch ’cause she got what i need (uh#huh)
showed her ten racks and she dropped to her knees
she know you ain’t got it, boy, stop all that [?] (uh#huh, uh#huh)
(8)
i spent like ten racks overseas
ysl, slicin’ some vivienne ts (slatt, yeah)
ricky the owens, undercover jeans (yeah)
no flexin’ with the ‘preme by any means (yeah)
i pop an addy just to keep the sleep
i roll a three#five with a cookie (yeah, yeah)
feel like i’m [?], we know you a rookie
he thought he was havin’, he lackin’, we took it (mhm)
i feel like lil chapo, f#ck 12, they can’t book me (mhm)
i feel like she [?] out here bein’ sober (mhm)
your tips don’t stay hittin’ when it’s all over (yeah)
i’ma buy you a rover
let you shop at dover
then give you the car, shawty (all#black)
i was too leanin’, yeah, with my lights out
she treat then delete it, she know it’s over (yeah)
i ran up my racks like usain bolt (yeah, yeah, usain bolt)

[outro]
(8)

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