Dave East — Rubberband

[Intro: Dave East] I gotta keep it a hundred I gotta keep it a hundred That's all I gotta do I gotta keep it a hundred A hundred [Hook: Dave East] I gotta keep it a hundred I keep me some hundreds wrapped up in a rubberband I gotta keep it a hundred I keep me some hundreds wrapped up in a rubberband I gotta keep it a hundred I keep me some hundreds wrapped up in a rubberband I gotta keep it a hundred I keep me some hundreds wrapped up in a rubberband I gotta keep it a hundred I keep me some hundreds wrapped up in a rubberband Come through your window like Bruh-da man I got G Money, no gutta man I ain't really trying, nor a nigga lying anytime he stutter man Outside with the butter grams Neck and wrist 'bout a hundred grand [Verse 1: Dave East] Got me feeling like a wanted man Got a freak and she don't want a man Hit the bitch if I want a ten Gucci sneaks all up in the sand Better team and a bigger plan Teterboro, if I wanna land Tell the pilot I don't wanna land I did the hooptie, now I want the Lamb Smoker called me said she want a gram We not homies, you are not my man Momma kick it with them pots out Gunshots clear the block out If they shooting gotta box out, since they help your mother pick the box out Broke the 911 Porshe box out Body full of dope I'ma knock out [Hook: Dave East] I gotta keep it a hundred I keep me some hundreds wrapped up in a rubberband I gotta keep it a hundred I keep me some hundreds wrapped up in a rubberband I gotta keep it a hundred I keep me some hundreds wrapped up in a rubberband I gotta keep it a hundred I keep me some hundreds wrapped up in a rubberband I gotta keep it a hundred I keep me some hundreds wrapped up in a rubberband Come through your window like Bruh-da man I got G Money, no gutta man I ain't really trying, nor a nigga lying anytime he stutter man Outside with the butter grams Neck and wrist 'bout a hundred grand [Outro: Dave East] I gotta keep it a hundred I keep me some hundred wrapped up in a rubberband I gotta keep it a hundred I keep me some hundreds wrapped up in a rubberband I gotta keep it a hundred I keep me some hundreds wrapped up in a rubberband I gotta keep it a hundred I keep me some hundreds wrapped up in a rubberband I gotta keep it a hundred I keep me some hundreds wrapped up in a rubberband Come through your window like Bruh-da man I got G Money, no better man I ain't really trying, nor a nigga lying anytime he stutter man Outside with the butter grams Neck and wrist 'bout a hundred grand