text: We like them boys, with them rubber band-bands
  He move weight, keep a couple gram-grams
  So where your money? Put it in your hand-hands
  Now make it flip, make it do a handstand
  Do a handstand, could you do a handstand?
  Flip that money, make it do a handstand
  I can make em scream, like a Summer Jam band
  Where are my bands, where my Rubber Band Mans?
  Its official, bang your pistols
  Play your money its funny, I mean it tickles
  I need a D-boy, I need a president
  And if youre spending them stacks, I need some evidence
  Then you can bring out all them cars that they rap about
  Then Ima let you eat it, like I put the snacks out
  Dont say you cant, say you can, say you can, can
  Flip that money, flip it like a handstand
  Do a handstand, could you do a handstand?
  Flip that money, make it do a handstand
  I can make em scream, like a Summer Jam band
  Where are my bands, where my Rubber Band Mans?
  Hes a banker by nature
  Hell call and stick up the debt that you owe and thank ya
  Hell switch the toys out, never the same route
  But niggas acting like they aint about to pay out
  Taking me out just to ask how my day went
  Tryna show me Im his number one investment
  He know what I like, stay on your job type
  Ill pop if you can pop like you got rubber bands, we like
  We like them boys, with them rubber band-bands
  He move weight, keep a couple gram-grams
  So where your money? Put it in your hand-hands
  Now make it flip, make it do a handstand
  Do a handstand, could you do a handstand?
  Flip that money, make it do a handstand
  I can make em scream, like a Summer Jam band
  Where are my bands, where my Rubber Band Mans?
  Cause we like bad boys and bad cars
  Them hood rich, dope boys and trap stars
  Cause we like bad boys and bad cars 
  Them hood rich, dope boys and trap stars 
  See Im a rubber lover, so wrap it and Ill hug ya
  Then we can stick together like them dollars out the printer
  Bad boys I catch, call me undercover 
  Street grindin, cold-cut motherf-- 
  He flip like handstands, he cookin them ten grams
  Give him the grand slam in back of the phan-dam
  I mean the Phantom, I cant stand bums
  Somethin bout his money make a nigga handsome
  Cuff, cuff, throw ya badge on me
  Guaranteed, you cant puff, puff, pass on me
  We can crush, crush, you can spend your stash on me
  Cause I know, you want to smash, like a crash dummy, cyeah
  Do a handstand, could you do a handstand?
  Flip that money, make it do a handstand
  I can make em scream, like a Summer Jam band
  Where are my bands, where my Rubber Band Mans?
  Do a handstand, could you do a handstand?
  Flip that money, make it do a handstand
  I can make em scream, like a Summer Jam band
  Where are my bands, where my Rubber Band Mans?