Released on March 18, 2008

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[Chorus]

Ain't no need to ask why

I let them rubber bands fly

I let them rubber bands fly

Ack like you know, ack, ack like you know

Ack like you know, ack, ack like you know

Hey

My whole squad iced out

My niggas so trill, my niggas so trill

Ack like you know, ack, ack like you know

Ack like you know, ack, ack like you know

Hey


[Verse 1]

Why ask a question that already got an answer?

End of discussion, meet the polar bears, you pandas

Rubberband bonanza

When I'm in the land of

Twenty grand a standard

Make you understand us

I'm sorry if you ain't got ya stacks up

Tell yo click to patch up

That envy get you patched up

Dog, y'ain't ready for this

Machine thang ready to spit

I ain't just tellin' you shit

Peat game look at my wrist

Flo Rida franchise, I'm like the pizza man

All about cheese, full of dough

Let me grease ya hands

Mobile I ain't local

Ghetto nigga, done wit postal

Stuntin' hard, that's my focal

Now my cash goin' coastal


[Chorus]

Ain't no need to ask why

I let them rubber bands fly

I let them rubber bands fly

Ack like you know, ack, ack like you know

Ack like you know, ack, ack like you know

Hey

My whole squad iced out

My niggas so trill, my niggas so trill

Ack like you know, ack, ack like you know

Ack like you know, ack, ack like you know

Hey


[Verse 2]

The world don't revolve around me

That's what the haters say 'til that revolver 'round me

Fort Knox, I'm in the spot

Big knocks, right off the block

Closed shop, come in that drop

Hoes flock, givin' me props

I used to be gross, 'til that income grossed

Me enough to toast, like I'm on the sitcoms

Champagne overdose

East Coast, West Coast

Came in the game, wit a remote

Turn on my fame, I got the glow

A project dude? The new dollar signs

All this from on the grind

All this from writing rhymes

Silver shoe boxes, big faces on my watches

Seven figures that's the object

No more canned Vienna sausage


[Chorus]

Ain't no need to ask why

I let them rubber bands fly

I let them rubber bands fly

Ack like you know, ack, ack like you know

Ack like you know, ack, ack like you know

Hey

My whole squad iced out

My niggas so trill, my niggas so trill

Ack like you know, ack, ack like you know

Ack like you know, ack, ack like you know

Hey


[Verse 3]

Flo Rida so abusive to them Ben Franks

Rubber bands flyin' like the pilot had too many dranks

Turbulence, she makin' it bounce

I got the best seat in the house

Twerking it, I'm losing count

She workin' for that dollar 'mount

A privilege just to be a prospector, ballin'

Mo' issues a pistol fallin'

Official, the shot callin'

Holdin' it down, settin' it off

Money to floss, bitch I'm a boss

Takin a loss, no matter the cost

Women to toss, I live in a loft

Carol City, doing big thangs, baby

Them Dade County streets raised me

Ever since the early 80's

APT's, live in the hood

Triple beams, slangin' that good

Krispy Kreme, where I stood

Livin' the dream, just like I should


[Chorus]

Ain't no need to ask why

I let them rubber bands fly

I let them rubber bands fly

Ack like you know, ack, ack like you know

Ack like you know, ack, ack like you know

Hey

My whole squad iced out

My niggas so trill, my niggas so trill

Ack like you know, ack, ack like you know

Ack like you know, ack, ack like you know

Hey