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?