Rubber Bands - Soulja Boy

Rubber bands, rubber bands

Rubber bands — BOING, BOING, BOING

Bands!

Look at these rubbber bands

Bouncin left and right, up and down

Call my band right now, let 'em know it’s goin, DOWN

Look at these rubber bands

Bay-bay, pull her pants down

Try to to snatch that rubber band stacks

Foulin up my backpack, while I holla

«What's up Soulja?"Dolla poppin, bet it throw it

Showin off the middle finger

Showin off the index ring

Yeah I know my index stink

Cheddar diamonds, yellow rings

It’s Soulja Boy Tell 'Em man

and my chain and the friends

A shoutout to the Mona Lisa hangin on my wall

in my crib right next to the rubber bands dawg

Bam!

Hands down, I got swag for the year

Rubber bands on my neck, yellow ice in my ear

Make my grill disappear, when I smile in the sun

When you see the money game mayne, well you better run

Cause we snatch yo' chicks and take yo' trucks

Ain’t no need to holla potnah

Just pass me the rubber bands

and the rest’ll follow shawty

Holla if you hear me homey, scream if you see me shawty

Be ready to scream, cause you about to see me shawty

Walk inside the mall

Girls screaming cause I’m fresher than a doll

New yarns, different seasons

Boy I gotta ball

I gotta have it all, if I can’t have the best

then I don’t want it all, this is how we boss

This is how we ball, pop tags then we do it boy

Shakin them haters off, see that do it do it fluid boy

Soulja Boy tell them yeah, tell them I’m the man

Yeah you can’t get in my mansion unless you hold a grand