bay bay wussup mane wuddup juicy wiz wussup project pat wussup taylor gang in this bitch we re pourin drinks in the club smell the weed when we coming in we ain t worried bout the game cus we running it got a joint with a bottle in my other hand bitches love me niggas hatin on me cus i got cash in a rubberband i got cash in a rubberband i got cash in a rubberband i got cash in a rubberband commas after commas if it s money i m comin i got bands mister drummin fuck the hoes that you lovin designer s that s nothing private jet man that s stuntin you never did this shit so my niggas start frontin last lady with me she ain t even legal i let er drive the benz cuz she match my ego derek jeter set i m ballin like rollin catchin wind with the top down i feel like i m ballin money don t bend zeros don t end all this money that i m stackin in i done setting a trend still owning that real shit you rap niggas are gon kill shit hunned bands throw it in the club don t give a shit cus i m still rich i got 20 000 ones in my britches s s i m ma fuck the throw all this only bitches is you niggas life savin one night you spending this shawty ass killin she ain t leavin no witnesses we throwin money all night we ain t running now on my juicy j swag nigga and i m showin out molly in yo girl ass and my dick in her mouth if she don t finish all her food i ain t pullin out rubberband bang bro choppas that a blow a ho bigger than a hoola hoop through your residential door blowin presidential smoke this that cali buzz man plus we makin g s and getting our dicks sucked