Lil' Zane, what'cha saying?
ATL's finest, what? What?
Man you can check my lifestyle
And see that I'm quite wild
Seven twenty-eight night child
Why all will never understand me
I call my best friend my family until they cross me
Running niggas over like Emmitt did without a squad
Drag you about a hundred yards
Pull out in the hottest cars with my entourage
Smoke more L's than Debarge
With connects worldwide like Macintosh
Niggas out of town don't understand these kids (say what?)
Niggas comin' to get me can't find where I live
I got two or three cribs stack the mill in the mill
Why all get none of this dough shit why all fiends stay ill
Money stretch like a rubber band
Bustin' rounds lay it down
Money stretch like a rubber band
Bustin' rounds lay it down
Name rings up in Hollywood
But I'ma true nigga, I'ma stay Hollyhood
I never change, might be a little busy though
A little nigga from a big ass city yo
Give me hits, give me more chips
I stay legit so the feds can't tell me shit
I came in with nothing to lose
Now I put my heart into making you move
And the charts say I'm number one
Far from an amateur, a money maker
Leave your chick alone with me
The game's taught me one thing
Money make the world go 'round
And even paralyzed niggas gonna feel me now
For you nerds that study my words, ya heard
Money stretch like a rubber band
Bustin' rounds lay it down
Money stretch like a rubber band
Bustin' rounds lay it down
You steady being on the corner right
Niggas ain't seen me in a while
You probably thought I died
You devils love to see a nigga down and teary eyed
I call you idiot cause you don't know me really yet
I'm from the ghetto and getting dough is all I know
Damn my check is caught in studio
Business is lovely, see me in the videos
I'ma about to go to where some people call the other side
And live my life in paradise, keep my family tight
But I can't keep the way I'm going
My last days I can't live my life inside a cage
I'm getting money and you hataz don't do nothing for me
Either you with me or against me
I get the dough non-stop when the track's hot
I ain't even gonna rhyme no more
Money stretch like a rubber band
Bustin' rounds lay it down
Money stretch like a rubber band
Bustin' rounds lay it down
Money stretch like a rubber band
Bustin' rounds lay it down
Money stretch like a rubber band
Bustin' rounds lay it down