Aye man come on I been in my mode yeah I'm like where the money at
They sayin' I'm wrong I done been broke hell no I ain't goin' back
I'ma get rich hell yeah I'ma show them that Come in with cash I ain't tryna throw a pack
Thick lil' bitch yeah she tryna throw it back yeah she tryna throw it back
Go head and flip it and run the shit back RunItUp Rwdy Crew double up racks
When you gon' make it I tell em sit back gotta be grindin' no time to relax
What am I blowin'? I tell em it's thrax what am I totin? Nah it ain't a Mac
Got me in nine the top matte black let that bitch rip and I open his hat
Body gon' flip got him jumpin' like Jack know you can get stepped on like a mat
Talkin' all crazy you know where I'm at they ain't built like that yeah that's a fact
Try runnin' up have that boy runnin' back start chasin' him down now he runnin' a lap
Put his face in the ground and I let the shit clap ayy let the shit clap
Let it slide I'm past that click clack pop put his face where the grass at
Gotta P go bag that how much can I handle? I handle the bag
Been gettin' to it I ain't gotta brag wantin back in man that shit to sad
Talkin' to hoes like boy you a fag if you my Brodie I'll give you my last
Call you my brother bout you I'ma crash
Bro be swerving to fast like Flash
Feel like the reaper you look in my pocket dead people in it I'm thumbin thru cash
Call you my brother bout you I'ma crash
Bro he swerving to fast like Flash
Feel like the reaper you look in my pocket dead people in it I'm thumbin thru cash
Ayy man come on I been in my mode yeah I'm like where the money at
They sayin' I'm wrong I done been broke hell no I ain't goin' back
I'ma get rich hell yeah I'ma show them that
Come in with cash I ain't tryna throw a pack
Thick lil' bitch yeah she tryna throw it back yeah she tryna throw it back
Go ahead and flip it and run the shit back RunItUp Rwdy Crew double up racks
When you gon' make it I tell em sit back gotta be grindin' no time to relax
What am I blowin'? I tell em it's thrax what am I toting? Nah it ain't a Mac
Got me in nine the top matte black let that bitch rip and I open his hat
Got me in nines the top matte black let that bitch rip and I open his hat
RubberBandz - My Mode Lyrics
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Aye man come on I been in my mode yeah I'm like where the money at
They sayin' I'm wrong I done been broke hell no I ain't goin' back
I'ma get rich hell yeah I'ma show them that Come in with cash I ain't tryna throw a pack
Thick lil' bitch yeah she tryna throw it back yeah she tryna throw it back
Go head and flip it and run the shit back RunItUp Rwdy Crew double up racks
When you gon' make it I tell em sit back gotta be grindin' no time to relax
What am I blowin'? I tell em it's thrax what am I totin? Nah it ain't a Mac
Got me in nine the top matte black let that bitch rip and I open his hat
Body gon' flip got him jumpin' like Jack know you can get stepped on like a mat
Talkin' all crazy you know where I'm at they ain't built like that yeah that's a fact
Try runnin' up have that boy runnin' back start chasin' him down now he runnin' a lap
Put his face in the ground and I let the shit clap ayy let the shit clap
Let it slide I'm past that click clack pop put his face where the grass at
Gotta P go bag that how much can I handle? I handle the bag
Been gettin' to it I ain't gotta brag wantin back in man that shit to sad
Talkin' to hoes like boy you a fag if you my Brodie I'll give you my last
Call you my brother bout you I'ma crash
Bro be swerving to fast like Flash
Feel like the reaper you look in my pocket dead people in it I'm thumbin thru cash
Call you my brother bout you I'ma crash
Bro he swerving to fast like Flash
Feel like the reaper you look in my pocket dead people in it I'm thumbin thru cash
Ayy man come on I been in my mode yeah I'm like where the money at
They sayin' I'm wrong I done been broke hell no I ain't goin' back
I'ma get rich hell yeah I'ma show them that
Come in with cash I ain't tryna throw a pack
Thick lil' bitch yeah she tryna throw it back yeah she tryna throw it back
Go ahead and flip it and run the shit back RunItUp Rwdy Crew double up racks
When you gon' make it I tell em sit back gotta be grindin' no time to relax
What am I blowin'? I tell em it's thrax what am I toting? Nah it ain't a Mac
Got me in nine the top matte black let that bitch rip and I open his hat
Got me in nines the top matte black let that bitch rip and I open his hat
They sayin' I'm wrong I done been broke hell no I ain't goin' back
I'ma get rich hell yeah I'ma show them that Come in with cash I ain't tryna throw a pack
Thick lil' bitch yeah she tryna throw it back yeah she tryna throw it back
Go head and flip it and run the shit back RunItUp Rwdy Crew double up racks
When you gon' make it I tell em sit back gotta be grindin' no time to relax
What am I blowin'? I tell em it's thrax what am I totin? Nah it ain't a Mac
Got me in nine the top matte black let that bitch rip and I open his hat
Body gon' flip got him jumpin' like Jack know you can get stepped on like a mat
Talkin' all crazy you know where I'm at they ain't built like that yeah that's a fact
Try runnin' up have that boy runnin' back start chasin' him down now he runnin' a lap
Put his face in the ground and I let the shit clap ayy let the shit clap
Let it slide I'm past that click clack pop put his face where the grass at
Gotta P go bag that how much can I handle? I handle the bag
Been gettin' to it I ain't gotta brag wantin back in man that shit to sad
Talkin' to hoes like boy you a fag if you my Brodie I'll give you my last
Call you my brother bout you I'ma crash
Bro be swerving to fast like Flash
Feel like the reaper you look in my pocket dead people in it I'm thumbin thru cash
Call you my brother bout you I'ma crash
Bro he swerving to fast like Flash
Feel like the reaper you look in my pocket dead people in it I'm thumbin thru cash
Ayy man come on I been in my mode yeah I'm like where the money at
They sayin' I'm wrong I done been broke hell no I ain't goin' back
I'ma get rich hell yeah I'ma show them that
Come in with cash I ain't tryna throw a pack
Thick lil' bitch yeah she tryna throw it back yeah she tryna throw it back
Go ahead and flip it and run the shit back RunItUp Rwdy Crew double up racks
When you gon' make it I tell em sit back gotta be grindin' no time to relax
What am I blowin'? I tell em it's thrax what am I toting? Nah it ain't a Mac
Got me in nine the top matte black let that bitch rip and I open his hat
Got me in nines the top matte black let that bitch rip and I open his hat
Writer: Ian Berry
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid