[Intro: Rawood]
(Taz)
Ayy, ayy

[Chorus: Rawood]
Three hundred dollars what I spent up on some rubber bands
And I spent another two hundred on some fuckin' bags
I hit Flint 'cause I gotta pick up a bag
I shoot across town, smokin' a blunt, I'm just takin' drags
I'ma do it by myself, don't need a helping hand
I'ma ride the Benz or the Bentley or the fuckin' Jag'
Took these pros from dog and I made a few bands
Made a cool five bands on a forty pack, ayy

[Verse 1: Rawood & Rio Da Yung OG]
I just made a cool five bands on a forty pack
Ridin' 'round with his bitch, now he tryna get his shorty back
I fell in love with the money, I been ridin' with the six
Pushin' work through the snow in the dirty-ass Mitt, ayy
Ridin' through the hood with a thirty and a stick
Oxycontin, thirty milligram and thirty on my wrist
Have you seen this Cartier? It's a birdie on my wrist
You can get it fried hard, I'm like Church's with the chicken
I'm out here, I'm just playin' the hand I was dealt
Fucked around, spent two bands for the pants on my belt
Naw, I'm trippin', damn, I meant to say the belt on my pants
Rio just bought a Patek and that motherfucker dance
Every week I hit the stash, took another hundred bands
Grab that blender, do my dance with a hundred-somethin' grams
How the fuck you ain't got no car, but got a hundred pair of pants?
Fuckin' with the zaz', it's fifty-five hundred fuckin' with my mans
[Chorus: Rawood]
Three hundred dollars what I spent up on some rubber bands
And I spent another two hundred on some fuckin' bags
I hit Flint 'cause I gotta pick up a bag
I shoot across town, smokin' a blunt, I'm just takin' drags
I'ma do it by myself, don't need a helping hand
I'ma ride the Benz or the Bentley or the fuckin' Jag'
Took these pros from dog and I made a few bands
Made a cool five bands on a forty pack, ayy

[Verse 2: Rawood & Rio Da Yung OG]
Thirty-two zips on the motherfuckin' scale
Dog blowin' up my line, talkin' 'bout we got some sales
Let me get my shit right, I'll meet you up at the hotel
Room service at your door, I got a lot of clientele
Gave damn near a zip away ridin' with no scale
If I shoot this four-five and you don't die, you gon' tell
I give a fuck about this money, shit I'm probably goin' to jail
But when I get out, I'ma have two hundred thousand on me still
Give a fuck about this money, spend it like I went to Yale
Dog just hit a line, thought he had corona 'cause he pale
I'm the young Chaldean motherfuckin' go-getter
Must be out your damn mind thinkin' I'm a ho
N***a, yeah, alright, I'll say it for you
Oh, you scared to shoot? Give me the K, I'll spray it for you
Got some white people out of town who be payin' double
But I'll send my runner with the bag, it'll save you trouble
[Chorus: Rawood]
Three hundred dollars what I spent up on some rubber bands
And I spent another two hundred on some fuckin' bags
I hit Flint 'cause I gotta pick up a bag
I shoot across town, smokin' a blunt, I'm just takin' drags
I'ma do it by myself, don't need a helping hand
I'ma ride the Benz or the Bentley or the fuckin' Jag'
Took these pros from dog and I made a few bands
Made a cool five bands on a forty pack, ayy