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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Babyface Ray
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Marcellus Register
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Rich Treeze
Producer
Peter A. Barker
Mastering Engineer
Jacob Stewart
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Cezar Barretto
Assistant Mixing Engineer
4amjuno
Recording Engineer
Lyrics
[Intro]
She ask me what's my name, I'm the Rubberband Man (MOB)
Yeah, yeah
[Chorus]
She ask me what's my name, I'm the Rubberband Man
Bitch, fuck what you saying, I'm the Rubberband Man
She ask me what's my name, I'm the Rubberband Man
Bitch, fuck all that playing, I'm the Rubberband Man
I'm the Rubberband Man (Old money, new money)
Meet the Rubberband Man, yeah
I'm the Rubberband Man (Toss it, catch it)
Meet the Rubberband Man, yeah
[Verse 1]
Rubber bands, got it stacked in the box
Lil' ****, is you havin' or not?
Count a hundred thirty G's at my lil' bae spot
They'll lay outside your grass just to get what you got, not I though
My BM ride Forgiatos, dodging potholes
Thick bread, hella cheese, ****, this a gyro
I'ma fuck her all night, turn the lil' bitch psycho
I touch a line and bring the head, this not a typo
We got that young Michael (Brown boy)
Yeah, the mix we got, we can turn that shit white, ****
If the hype die, I just hope you'll be alright, ****
I hit the mic and bleed my soul, this my life, ****
I'm in H. Lorenzo, this shit I cop could've put down for a Benzo
She keep fucking lame ****, put her in the friendzone
I got conversation pieces so I let my wrist show
**** riding with me, Glizzy with the switch on
Every week, I got the city right, go ask Big 4
Mr. Put that shit on
Mr. Go and get that bag and show these **** how to do it
Candy on the old school look just like a Prada shoe
Rude muhfucker fucking don't acknowledge you
How you turnt cribs smaller than a fucking college room?
Did my thang Peachtree, Rodeo, Collins too
Money flying in the room, bitches like, "Who is you?"
[Chorus]
She ask me what's my name, I'm the Rubberband Man
Bitch, fuck what you saying, I'm the Rubberband Man
She ask me what's my name, I'm the Rubberband Man
Bitch, fuck all that playing, I'm the Rubberband Man
I'm the Rubberband Man
Meet the Rubberband Man, yeah
I'm the Rubberband Man
Meet the Rubberband Man, yeah
[Verse 2]
You still rockin' plain Jane
Ain't no time to gang bang, blood fifties, blue hunnids, getting paid
****, get back, you ain't my mans, you'll get sprayed
I'm at Tape, spillin' Casa Azul all on my sick J's
Why these **** get some money always get strange?
Aye, what Hov say? I'll never change
No filter, I'll say the shit they'll never say
I'm in the back relaxing, let my partner navigate
I'm a Sagittarius, you can get a plate
Some **** get they shit and run, some other **** stay
Ten bitches wanted me while I'm at Papi Steak
Shit, we all gotta die, but you can die today
[Chorus]
She ask me what's my name, I'm the Rubberband Man
Bitch, fuck what you saying, I'm the Rubberband Man
She ask me what's my name, I'm the Rubberband Man
Bitch, fuck all that playing, I'm the Rubberband Man
I'm the Rubberband Man (Old money, new money)
Meet the Rubberband Man, yeah
I'm the Rubberband Man (Toss it, catch it)
Meet the Rubberband Man, yeah
Written by: Kurtrel Bridgeforth, Marcellus Rayvon Register