[Intro]
Bay bay wussup mane?
Wuddup Juicy?
Wiz wussup?
Project Pat wussup?
Taylor Gang in this bitch

[Hook: Wiz Khalifa]
We'’re pourin' drinks in the club, smell the weed when we coming in
We ain'’t worried bout the game ‘cus we running it
Got a joint, with a bottle in my other hand
Bitches love me, n***as hatin' on me ‘cus I got cash in a rubberband
I got cash in a rubberband
I got cash in a rubberband
I got cash in a rubberband

[Verse 1: Juicy J]
Commas after commas, if it'’s money I’'m comin'
I got bands, mister drummin' fuck the hoes that you lovin'
Designer’s that's nothing, private jet, man that’s stuntin'
You never did this shit so my n***as start frontin'
Last lady with me, she ain'’t even legal
I let er drive the Benz cuz she match my ego
Derek Jeter set, I’m ballin' like rollin'
Catchin' wind with the top down, I feel like I’m ballin'
Money don'’t bend, zeros don'’t end
All this money that I’m stackin' in, I done setting a trend
Still owning that real shit, you rap n***as are gon' kill shit
Hunned bands, throw it in the club
Don'’t give a shit cus I'’m still rich
[Hook]

[Verse 2: Project Pat]
I got 20,000 ones in my britches-s-s
I’m'ma fuck the throw, all this only bitches is
You n***as life savin', one night you spending this
Shawty ass killin, she ain'’t leavin' no witnesses
We throwin' money all night, we ain'’t running now
On my Juicy J swag n***a and I'’m showin 'out
Molly in yo girl ass and my dick in her mouth
If she don’t finish all her food I ain’'t pullin' out
Rubberband bang bro, choppas that a blow a ho
Bigger than a hoola hoop through your residential door
Blowin' presidential smoke
This that Cali buzz
Man plus we makin' G'’s and getting our dicks sucked

[Hook]