[Chorus: Project Pat]

We don't play about that work and them rubber bands

We don't play about that work and them rubber bands

We don't play about that work and them rubber bands

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

We don't play about that work and them rubber bands

We don't play about that work and them rubber bands

We don't play about that work and them rubber bands

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

[Verse 1: Project Pat]

It's money on the table, [?] he gon' die

Finna take your chance to get this cash, but a nigga gon' try

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

Chopper bullets make ten canaries bake like chicken pop pie

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

If you wanna get [?]

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

I got those who'll let them triggers blow, one snap my fingers, you die

Blowin' gas straight from Mexico, that's why my brain's in the sky

Talk about taking something they cut throat Colombian neck tie

Coming straight up the banana boat, now I'm gon' put the town

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

[Chorus: Project Pat]

We don't play about that work and them rubber bands

We don't play about that work and them rubber bands

We don't play about that work and them rubber bands

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

We don't play about that work and them rubber bands

We don't play about that work and them rubber bands

We don't play about that work and them rubber bands

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

[Verse 2: Juicy J]

My fingers tired from counting fetti

Triple bands on a hundred, I don't fuck with 20's

Unless they young and they hungry, for [?]

More dig drugs, never [?] drugs

Fucking two bitches with four bluffs

Your nigga lost his bitch

I'm walking in on some boss shit

Juicy J, I talk money

I don't talk shit

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

I'm so motherfuckin' fly, I should star on Startreck

And they should bring that show back, let me show niggas how to swag

Money talk, I promise I heard your money last

I ain't got no [?] my past

All them niggas on me, [?] 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 that work and them rubber bands

We don't play about that work and them rubber bands

We don't play about that work and them rubber bands

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

We don't play about that work and them rubber bands

We don't play about that work and them rubber bands

We don't play about that work and them rubber bands

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