Rubberband (Balling) lyrics

[Intro: Meek Mill]
Ballin', ballin', ballin', ballin', ballin', ballin'
Ballin', ballin', ballin', ballin', ballin', ballin', yeah

[Chorus: Tory Lanez]
Ayy, all this money on me hard to understand
We do the floor seats, not the stands (Oh-oh)
She gon' bust it for a rubberband, oh yeah (Ooh)
She gon' bust it for a rubberband, oh yeah (Oh-oh)
Ayy, all this money on me hard to understand (Oh)
We do the floor seats, not the stands (Oh-oh)
She gon' bust it for a rubberband, oh yeah (Ooh)
She gon' bust it for a rubberband, oh yeah (Oh-oh)

[Verse 1: Meek Mill]
Pretty young b*tch, she bad, yeah, hit from the gates (Hit from the gates)
Uh, she said she wanted a taste, f*ck it, I nut in her face (Ew)
Say she 21, just like blackjack, f*ck it, I give her some aces (Give her some aces)
Big boy, Maybach, Maybach, matte black, they gotta give me some space (Skrr)
Rose gold, Richard Millie, uh
n*gga I'm poppin' like wheelie, yeah
Pull up to the North side of Philly, yeah
Only way to stop me, kill me (Yeah)
Countin' them bands all day (All day)
We on a jet to Dubai and we off them Xans all day (All day), yeah
Tell all the bad b*tches, yeah, yeah
Come with the savage, yeah, yeah
I'm on some lavish, yeah, yeah
Go get the bag, it's 10K
I'm on my grind sh*t, I wanna sign, f*ck bad b*tches, two at a time (Two at a time)
I'm in the newest designer, don't worry 'bout me, I've been doin' just fine
[Chorus: Tory Lanez]
Ayy, all this money on me hard to understand
We do the floor seats, not the stands (Oh-oh)
She gon' bust it for a rubberband, oh yeah (Ooh)
She gon' bust it for a rubberband, oh yeah (Oh-oh)
Ayy, all this money on me hard to understand (Oh)
We do the floor seats, not the stands (Oh-oh)
She gon' bust it for a rubberband, oh yeah (Ooh)
She gon' bust it for a rubberband, oh yeah (Oh-oh)

[Verse 2: Tory Lanez]
Tory, ayy
Look at my wrist, ayy, look at my neck, uh
Look at my bih, wait, look at my ex, ayy
Stunt so hard, uh, all of these chicks ain't flickin' my necklace
Look at the flick of the wrist and the way I put di*k in a b*tch on my checklist
I just got money, I'm throwin' away
Throwin' away and I'm blowin' away
But when they tell me that it's dough on the way
I will never put a hoe in the way
But I will put a four in the way
Just to see a n*gga blow 'em away
You know what it is, you know it's a K
Shoot a n*gga then I throw it away
Bust down, bust down, bust down
My whole team is touch down
CC wallet, touchdown
Ayy, fix your face, you might get a Benz
Ayy, just dumped my girl, I'm f*ckin' all her friends
[Chorus: Tory Lanez]
Ayy, all this money on me hard to understand
We do the floor seats, not the stands (Oh-oh)
She gon' bust it for a rubberband, oh yeah (Ooh)
She gon' bust it for a rubberband, oh yeah (Oh-oh)
Ayy, all this money on me hard to understand (Oh)
We do the floor seats, not the stands (Oh-oh)
She gon' bust it for a rubberband, oh yeah (Ooh)
She gon' bust it for a rubberband, oh yeah (Oh-oh)