[Intro]
Well, icy!

[Chorus]
Rubberband Man (Banks)
I’ll fit seven bitches in the Trans Am (Huh)
That’s a Grand Slam (Grand Slam), call me Ice Man (Ice)
Puerto Rican Jesus in my life span (Nice)
I’m a juke-joint jammer, ain’t no hype man (Ain’t no hype man, hey)
My flow refreshin’ like a Sprite can (Sprite)
Ain’t no fluke, trust, baby, I’m the right man (I’m the right man, hey)
Just leave your panties on my nightstand

[Verse]
Raise your cups up (Cups up), couple sluts tucked (Sluts tucked)
I don't need much, my strip got no speed bumps (Nah)
This my feng shui (feng shui), ain’t no fun play (Fun play)
I’ma make ya model walk it like a runway (A runway)
On a Sunday (Sunday), this your last stop (Skrrrt!)
Bitch, you ain’t no better than my last drop (My last drop)
I’ll replace ya (Replace ya), never chase ya (Chase ya)
Keep my cheddar stacked, money - never waste ya (Waste ya)
Or you could taste the Kool-Aid, but don’t drink the wine
Fly hunnies, bum bitches get left behind
Stay sharp, street-smart, plus the fat ass sit right
Fuck with real n***as, keep they game on [trunk-tight?]
I’ma keep pimpin’ for the hoes out in Texas
Cornbread, fair, drive a fly ass Lexus
C’s up for my bad bitches in Compton
Bang the set hard while this shit keep stompin’
A famous set, ho, what?
[Chorus]
Rubberband Man (Banks)
I’ll fit seven bitches in the Trans Am (Huh)
That’s a Grand Slam (Grand Slam), call me Ice Man (Ice)
Puerto Rican Jesus in my life span (Nice)
I’m a juke-joint jammer, ain’t no hype man (Ain’t no hype man, hey)
My flow refreshin’ like a Sprite can (Sprite)
Ain’t no fluke, trust, baby, I’m the right man (I’m the right man, hey)
Just leave your panties on my nightstand

[Hook]
Pop tags, pop shit (Shit), cases of the Cris- (Cris-)
Fly outfit, bitches can’t touch this
Cookin’ up soul- (Soul-), wooden-top stove (Stove)
Wanna fuck my bitch? You gotta pay the right toll (Huh)
Got the cases of the rock (Rock), got that straight drop (Drop)
Prolly make ya bottom-bitch give me straight top (What?)
She a slip-and-slide trick (Trick), bitches ain’t shit (Shit)
Rather get this money, on crip (On crip)

[Bridge]
Wanna be a baller (What ya say?), shot caller (Uh)
Twenty-inch blades (Blades) on the Impala (On the Impala)
Call a bitch, gettin’ laid tonight (Gettin’ laid tonight)
Me and all my n***as gettin’ paid tonight (Gettin’ paid, ayy)
Well, icy!
[Chorus]
Rubberband Man (Banks)
I’ll fit seven bitches in the Trans Am (Huh)
That’s a Grand Slam (Grand Slam), call me Ice Man (Ice)
Puerto Rican Jesus in my life span (Nice)
I’m a juke-joint jammer, ain’t no hype man (Ain’t no hype man, hey)
My flow refreshin’ like a Sprite can (Sprite)
Ain’t no fluke, trust, baby, I’m the right man (I’m the right man, hey)
Just leave your panties on my nightstand

[Hook]
Go ‘head, go ‘head
Go ‘head, go ‘head
Go ‘head, go ‘head
Go ‘head, go ‘head
Go ‘head, go ‘head
Go ‘head, go ‘head
Go ‘head, go ‘head
Go ‘head, go ‘head