Hubba Bubba Man lyrics

[Intro]
Come on (I love you, Mari)
(Wintr)
Yeah
Huh, yeah, huh, huh, yeah
(Roll up another one, Joshh)

[Chorus]
Every day, countin' these f*ckin' bands, they still comin' in
Got a bankroll too damn thick, bust out the rubber band, huh
On my birthday, have a threesome, call 'em double friends, huh
Flavors comin' in, I'm the Hubba Bubba man, huh
I ain't tryna ride in that Bentley coupe, I pull up Cullinan
My dog done killed a lot of people, still won't turn him in, huh
We go broke, we pull a kick door, got a ho, what I need a b*tch for?
Want us raisin' hell and droppin' shells because his b*tch goin'

[Verse]
Hell yeah, yeah, huh, keep goin'
Opps tryna slow me down just like a snail, but I'ma keep goin'
And I'm geeked goin'
I cannot get high with him 'cause hе ain't pink pourin'
I know Rick, I got a lot of them, I got on pink Owens
Seen blue lights, I burnt a lot of thеm, you see the Jeeps goin'
Mister known for scorin' on all them, b*tch, I'm LeBron
Gotta keep your blick, whenever I'm walkin', I'm on D
I'ma up and give 'em six, n*gga, ain't no walkin' up on me
Type to pop up in your dream, n*gga, ain't no talkin' up on me
Bring my name up in the street just for all them to see
Whenever these f*ck n*ggas go down, they gon' be callin' up on me
Whenever they call, we up on beat
[Chorus]
Every day, countin' these f*ckin' bands, they still comin' in
Got a bankroll too damn thick, bust out the rubber band, huh
On my birthday, have a threesome, call 'em double friends, huh
Flavors comin' in, I'm the Hubba Bubba man, huh
I ain't tryna ride in that Bentley coupe, I pull up Cullinan
My dog done killed a lot of people, still won't turn him in, huh
We go broke, we pull a kick door, got a ho, what I need a b*tch for?
Want us raisin' hell and droppin' shells because his b*tch goin'