This is a song about "Bands money"

And of course, my car's off course

Yup money talks, but for you money walks

Bitches don't clap with their hands, so i do not talk to my hands

Lyrics, couldn't understand, still didn't pop rubber bands

Heavy weed smoker, get ounces for free

Hustle for dis country money

Money come and money go still money problems addin up

Your toes and your thighs shakingi eat it upshe said i'm ready to fuck

And i ain't shallow, material things suppress bad luck

Nigga i dont spend my money on weed i keep my bands up

You got me in a trance, please take off your pants

Gimme a hundred grand, don't need the rubber bands,

That i have all the money

Hopin' that my niggas see

On the corner, a old bitch dropped fifty bands

We getting money, you can face the facts