Handstand

We like them boys, with them rubber band-bands

He move weight, keep a couple gram-grams

So where your money? Put it in your hand-hands

Now make it flip, make it do a handstand

We like them boys, with them rubber band-bands

He move weight, keep a couple gram-grams

So where your money? Put it in your hand-hands

Now make it flip, make it do a handstand

Do a handstand, could you do a handstand?

Flip that money, make it do a handstand

I can make 'em scream, like a Summer Jam band

Where are my bands, where my Rubber Band Mans?

It's official, bang your pistols

Play your money it's funny, I mean it tickles

I need a D-boy, I need a president

And if you're spending them stacks, I need some evidence

Then you can bring out all them cars that they rap about

Then I'ma let you eat it, like I put the snacks out

Don't say you can't, say you can, say you can, can

Flip that money, flip it like a handstand

Do a handstand, could you do a handstand?

Flip that money, make it do a handstand

I can make 'em scream, like a Summer Jam band

Where are my bands, where my Rubber Band Mans?

He's a banker by nature

He'll call and stick up the debt that you owe and thank ya

He'll switch the toys out, never the same route

But niggas acting like they ain't about to pay out

Taking me out just to ask how my day went

Tryna show me I'm his number one investment

He know what I like, stay on your job type

I'll pop if you can pop like you got rubber bands, we like

We like them boys, with them rubber band-bands

He move weight, keep a couple gram-grams

So where your money? Put it in your hand-hands

Now make it flip, make it do a handstand

Do a handstand, could you do a handstand?

Flip that money, make it do a handstand

I can make 'em scream, like a Summer Jam band

Where are my bands, where my Rubber Band Mans?

'Cause we like bad boys and bad cars

Them hood rich, dope boys and trap stars

'Cause we like bad boys and bad cars (Yeah)

Them hood rich, dope boys and trap stars (Uh huh, uh huh)

See I'm a rubber lover, so wrap it and I'll hug ya

Then we can stick together like them dollars out the printer

Bad boys I catch, call me undercover (Uh)

Street grindin', cold-cut motherf-- (Yo, yo, yo)

He flip like handstands, he cookin' them ten grams

Give him the grand slam in back of the phan-dam

I mean the Phantom, I can't stand bums

Somethin' 'bout his money make a nigga handsome

Cuff, cuff, throw ya badge on me

Guaranteed, you can't puff, puff, pass on me

We can crush, crush, you can spend your stash on me

'Cause I know, you want to smash, like a crash dummy, c'yeah

Do a handstand, could you do a handstand?

Flip that money, make it do a handstand

I can make 'em scream, like a Summer Jam band

Where are my bands, where my Rubber Band Mans?