[Hook: DJ Cunta]
Rubber, rubber bands round my wrist 'cause I'm making show money
Fishscale in the pot, we be the sweet rock honey
I won't lie, I get exotic with Mary
I live life for the moment, that's what them old folks tell me
I'm just trying to stack a mil, so I grind every day
I'm just trying to stack a mil, I hit that block every day
I'm just trying to stack a mil, I tote my strap every day
I'm just trying to stack a mil, I open shop every day
I'm a stunna!

[Verse 1: DJ Cunta]
What it is, what it do, dropping hits with DJ Lou[?]
Flood the streets with this right here and then we hit 'em with the screw
Flip it back, toss a stack, we're getting money over here
Putting Huntsville on the map, we holds it down around here
DJ Cunta motherfuckers, and ain't there another like me
Had to drop my own tape, 'cause that ra-rap don't excite me
VIP in the club with my eyes on a hottie
Want to rub all on her body-wody, like a Maserati
Hit the, hit the stage, chicke-chicken all talk
Old bird up in the building, so we shutting down shop
Ask not what the streets will get, but what you'll learn from the streets
It's a lot of mouths to feed, so I be hustling
Every day, like [Aye!]
'Cause in my night life, [Aye!]
Gotta get this money
If you don't do nothing, n***a, go on get your cheese up
'Cause every day my money re-up, for real though

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Yung Clova]
With the Sweet, rubber band stacks, no card
Fishscale, Pyrex, whip it, whip it real hard
Benz coupe, drop top, what a lovely sight
Bottle popping, dro burning, damn!
I'm a astronaut
I'm in an Aston Martin, bitch asking questions
I ain't even talking, diamonds got 'em actin'
A damn fool in this motherfucker
Dapping, moonwalking so I glide in this motherfucker
What the fuck, the trap boys in the house tonight
If you ain't getting money then your ass ain't grinding right
Yeah you good but I'm hood plus my swag Gucci
Don't even Dolce, I'm wearing Louie
Every day, like [Aye!]
'Cause in my night life, [Aye!]
Get this money, n***a!
If you don't do nothing, n***a, go on get your cheese up
'Cause every day my money re-up, for real though

[Hook]

[Bridge: DJ Cunta]
Bands round my...
Fishscale in the...
I won't lie...
Y'all live life for the moment
That's what them old folks tell me!

[Verse 3: ST 2 Lettaz]
Rubber bands 'round my wrist, Jumpmans on my kicks
Marching bands in my trunk, watch my fans blowing kisses
Superman in my spliff, couple grand in my piss
And if I can't get that bitch I bet she leaving with my sis
Want the money and the power, I stay away from them cowards
I'm my own boss, bitch, you can keep your forty hours
While them suckers looking sour, I ain't got enough towels
In the shower with two college chicks getting devoured
Young executive, respected as the best at this
Competitive and that's why I consecutively wreck this shit
I'm packing up my suitcase, headed to the UK
'Cause I want to get paid in a new place
Every day like...
Going hey like...
If you don't do shit at least get your cheese up
'Cause every day my money re-up...