[Chorus: Project Pat]

We don't play about the work and the rubber bands

We don't play about the work and the rubber bands

We don't play about the work and the rubber bands

Fuck with my rubber bands, it's a murder man

We don't play about the work and the rubber bands

We don't play about the work and the rubber bands

We don't play about the work and the rubber bands

Fuck with my rubber bands, it's a murder man

[Verse 1: Project Pat]

If its money on the table they get wronged and they gon' die

Penitentiary chance to get this cash, I'm wrong but a nigga gon' try

Fuck police and them snitches, sons of bitches bullets can fly

Choppa bullets make singing canaries baked like chicken pot pie

If you real like you say you is, the streets gon' tell it no lie

If you phony get fucked like a slut, when dunked kicked out good bye

I'm gon' always hustle on the low, so my pockets stay high

I got thugs who at them triggers, blow one snap my finger you die

Blowing gas straight from Mexico, that's why my brains at the sky

Talking about taking something, they good though, Colombian they tie

Call me straight up the banana boat, now I'm gon' flood the town

Making plays like the Superbowl, each one gon' be a touchdown

[Chorus: Project Pat]

We don't play about the work and the rubber bands

We don't play about the work and the rubber bands

We don't play about the work and the rubber bands

Fuck with my rubber bands, it's a murder man

We don't play about the work and the rubber bands

We don't play about the work and the rubber bands

We don't play about the work and the rubber bands

Fuck with my rubber bands, it's a murder man

[Verse 2: Juicy J]

My fingers tired from counting fifty

Triple bands on a hunnas, I don’t fuck with twenties

Unless they young and they hungry for the dick, drugs

More dick, another bitch, drugs

Fucking two bitches with fore gloves

Yo nigga lost his bitch, I'm walking in on some ball shit

Juicy J, I talk money, I don't talk shit

I wan't it all, I don't care what the cost is

I'm so motherfucking fly

I should star on Star Trek, and they should bring the show back

Let me show niggas how to swag

Money talk, I promise I heard your money laugh

I ain't got no bones to pick with my past

All of the niggas owe me money, dead in the grass

Catching my ashes from the end of my weed smoke

Rubber bands, my jewelry nigga, diamonds is my weed man

[Chorus: Project Pat]

We don't play about the work and the rubber bands

We don't play about the work and the rubber bands

We don't play about the work and the rubber bands

Fuck with my rubber bands, it's a murder man

We don't play about the work and the rubber bands

We don't play about the work and the rubber bands

We don't play about the work and the rubber bands

Fuck with my rubber bands, it's a murder man