No I don't care about your face, I care bout rubber bands
I flood my wrist and then I flew out to Japan
Hit the ATM, I'm cashin' out, I spent a couple racks
Bad bitch, & she hella fuckin' classy
I can't fuck with rachet bitches, they get hella naggy
She sippin' clear, & do that dance and then get nasty
(Wassup, hey)
I been feeling great
(Wassup, hey)
My broda swing that K
Oh, uh
I've been going ghost, I'm on my own
Ain't no motion, you move slow
You move like a hoe, and you broke
I could give a fuck you is a joke
No I don't care about your face, I care bout rubber bands
I flood my wrist and then I flew out to Japan
Hit the ATM, I'm cashin' out, I spent a couple racks
Bad bitch, & she hella fuckin' classy
I can't fuck with rachet bitches, they get hella naggy
She sippin' clear, & do that dance and then get nasty
(Wassup, hey)
I been feeling great
(Wassup, hey)
My broda swing that K
