Wiz Khalifa – Poppin Rubberbands Lyrics

Poppin Rubberbands

Wiz Khalifa

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"Poppin Rubberbands." - Wiz Khalifa

Thursday, 22 October 2026, 01:04 pm

Album: Prince Of The City 2

Track No: 06

We poppin' rubberbands, spendin' money by the grand
What you make up in a week, ****, I got it in my pants
We poppin' rubberbands, spendin' money by the grand
What you make up in a week, ****, I got it in my pants
We poppin' rubberbands, pop-poppin' rubberbands
We poppin' rubberbands, spendin' money by the grand
We poppin' rubberbands, spendin' money by the grand
What you make up in a week, ****, I got it in my pants
You know the time is money, so we young, ****, clock it
I'm ballin' in the game while them others just watchin'
What you makin' in a week, I got stuffed off in my pocket
When money ain't a thang, gettin' money's not an option
I need a rubber band, can't fit this money in a wallet
My bank account is making y'all sick to your stomach
Gettin' rich and I love it, my piff got a budget
And your bitch probably thinkin' 'bout the prince
She ain't frontin', homie
You ain't seen nothin', I'm blowin' on a O or two
Thirty-five large and that's just for doin' a show or two
Talk it how I live it, now I'm gettin' it how I'm supposed to do
Shinin' like I know the dude, grindin', I can show you dudes
Hit the mall, dawg, spendin' money by the grand
Blow a couple stacks and pop another rubber band
It ain't hard to understand, how he spend it like that
**** know me, I'm the man
And we gettin' it right back, so we
We poppin' rubberbands, spendin' money by the grand
What you make up in a week, ****, I got it in my pants
We poppin' rubberbands, spendin' money by the grand
What you make up in a week, ****, I got it in my pants
We poppin' rubberbands, pop-poppin' rubberbands
We poppin' rubberbands, spendin' money by the grand
We poppin' rubberbands, spendin' money by the grand
What you make up in a week, ****, I got it in my pants
No, I ain't gon' stunt, hold on what they want
What you make off in a week, I just rolled up in a blunt
I got rumble in my trunk, money on my mind
Henny in my cup, Swisher full of that pine
Hoes be nothin' but dimes
Opens up in they mind
I never spoke for you dudes, told you I would get mine
Travel for them shows, Guavo for them Os
What you make a year, I spend more shoppin' for my clothes
I'm ballin' like a pro, your dough is kinda minor
My money in the road lookin' somethin' like a tire
And they lovin' my attire, I lean in them barrels
But I switch to Michael Veres and my vision got clearer
It's all about the paper, man, the paper need mirrors
Khalifa give a fuck about a hater, can't fear 'em
Expensive conversation, you ain't cakin', can't hear 'em
I'm postin' in the Burgh, get money to the ceilin', so we
We poppin' rubberbands, spendin' money by the grand
What you make up in a week, ****, I got it in my pants
We poppin' rubberbands, spendin' money by the grand
What you make up in a week, ****, I got it in my pants
We poppin' rubberbands, pop-poppin' rubberbands
We poppin' rubberbands, spendin' money by the grand
We poppin' rubberbands, spendin' money by the grand
What you make up in a week, ****, I got it in my pants

Writer(s): Wiz Khalifa & John Julian.

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