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Ken Carson - Rubberbandz Poppin Lyrics

[Intro: Ken Carson]
Whoa, whoa
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[Chorus: SheLovesMeechie]
Bitch, I'm in my bag, Gucci (Gucci)
Shirt Pucci (Pucci)
Check my belt, bitch, it's Louis (Whoa)
Your bitch choosin' (A million)
Fi-fifty racks inside my pockets (Phew)
Got my pants droppin' (Phew, phew)
Nigga, I don't need a wallet
Rubberbands poppin' (Rubberbands poppin')
I got plenty options (I got plenty options)
Nigga, check my closet, I got plenty options (Whoa, I got plenty fuckin' options, what?)
Ooh, ooh, direct deposit (Direct deposit)
Bitch, I stuffed the backend in my back pocket

[Verse 1: SheLovesMeechie]
Whoa, I got plenty options (I got plenty options)
When-when you walk inside my closet look like Neiman Marcus (Look like Neiman Marcus)
All these diamonds drippin' on me like a water-faucet
I'm on Dover Street Market, you at Hot Topic
I'm-I'm a trendin' topic
See you pocket-watchin' (See you pocket-watchin')
Boy, you better stop it (Boy, you better stop it)
'Fore I up and pop it ('Fore I up this fuckin' Birkin)
Uh (Boy, pop-pop)
And my diamonds flawless (Bling)
I won't talk much (Talk)
If it ain't money callin' (Brr)
Ooh (Brr-brr)
[Chorus: SheLovesMeechie & Ken Carson]
Bitch, I'm in my bag, Gucci (Gucci)
Shirt Pucci (Pucci)
(Mhm)
Check my belt, bitch, it's Louis (Whoa)
(Mhm)
Your bitch choosin' (A million)
(Mhm)
Fi-fifty racks inside my pockets (Phew)
(Yeah)
Got my pants droppin' (Phew, phew)
(Yeah)
Nigga, I don't need a wallet
Rubberbands poppin' (Rubberbands poppin')
(Yeah, yeah)
I got plenty options (I got plenty options)
(Whoa)
Nigga, check my closet, I got plenty options (Whoa, I got plenty fuckin' options, what?)
Ooh, ooh, direct deposit (Direct deposit)
(Cash)
Bitch, I stuffed the backend in my back pocket
(Uh, in my, okay, mhm)

[Verse 2: Ken Carson]
I'm in my bag, Alyx
Rollercoaster, she gon' ride on me
Call up broski if he slide on me (Boom-boom)
Glocky on the side of me (Boom-boom)
I smoke [?], boy, you smokin' on seed (Yeah, uh-huh)
Fuck on your bitch 'cause she got what I need (Uh-huh)
Showed her ten racks and she dropped to her knees
She know you ain't got it, boy, stop all that peepin' (Uh-huh, uh-huh)
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I spent like ten racks overseas
YSL, slicin' some Vivienne tees (Slatt, yeah)
Ricky the Owens, Undercover jeans (Yeah)
No flexin' with the 'Preme by any means (Yeah)
I pop an Addy just to keep the sleep
I roll a three-five with a cookie (Yeah, yeah)
Feel like I'm pro but we know you a rookie
He thought he was havin', he lackin', we took it (Mhm)
I feel like Lil Chapo, fuck 12, they can't book me (Mhm)
I feel like she keep giving head here bein' sober (Mhm)
Your tips don't stay hittin' when it's all over (Yeah)
I'ma buy you a Rover
Let you shop at Dover
Then give you the car, shawty (All-black)
I was too leanin', yeah, with my lights out
She treat then delete it, she know it's over (Yeah)
I ran up my racks like Usain Bolt (Yeah, yeah, Usain Bolt)
[Chorus: SheLovesMeechie]
Bitch, I'm in my bag, Gucci (Gucci)
Shirt Pucci (Pucci)
Check my belt, bitch, it's Louis (Whoa)
Your bitch choosin' (A million)
Fi-fifty racks inside my pockets (Phew)
Got my pants droppin' (Phew, phew)
Nigga, I don't need a wallet
Rubberbands poppin' (Rubberbands poppin')
I got plenty options (I got plenty options)
Nigga, check my closet, I got plenty options (Whoa, I got plenty fuckin' options, what?)
Ooh, ooh, direct deposit (Direct deposit)
Bitch, I stuffed the backend in my back pocket

[Outro]
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