[Intro]
Trapaholics, real trap shit
[Chorus: Billy Wes & Rick Ross]
Dollar signs in my eyes, all I see is money (Uh)
Dollar signs in my eyes, all I see is money (Rossay)
Dollar signs in my eyes, all I see is money (Three 6)
Dollar signs in my eyes, all I see is money (Big shit, all I see is money)
Rubber bands, rubber bands, rubber bands, rubber bands (All I see is money, big shit)
Rubber bands, rubber bands, rubber bands, rubber bands (All I see is money)
Rubber bands, rubber bands, rubber bands, rubber bands (All I see is money)
Rubber bands, rubber bands, rubber bands, rubber bands (All I see is money, Rossay)
[Verse 1: Rick Ross]
Step out the car, rubber bands in my pocket
Rose gold Rolex look like it's plugged in a socket
All the bad bitches lookin', all the fuck niggas jockin'
People investigatin', I'll let the streets keep on talkin' (Huh)
Got a brick in the trunk, you know I gotta get mine
Mama always said, "It'll come in due time"
So I took what she said, flipped that bitch a few times
Went and got a Suburban and a new Benz to ride
Then I loaded the sticks, I just wanna survive
The quarters going for six, you can get 'em for five
The streets got a demand, therefore I gotta supply
If you want it for cheap, oh man, I got a surprise
I need them—
Trapaholics, real trap shit
[Chorus: Billy Wes & Rick Ross]
Dollar signs in my eyes, all I see is money (Uh)
Dollar signs in my eyes, all I see is money (Rossay)
Dollar signs in my eyes, all I see is money (Three 6)
Dollar signs in my eyes, all I see is money (Big shit, all I see is money)
Rubber bands, rubber bands, rubber bands, rubber bands (All I see is money, big shit)
Rubber bands, rubber bands, rubber bands, rubber bands (All I see is money)
Rubber bands, rubber bands, rubber bands, rubber bands (All I see is money)
Rubber bands, rubber bands, rubber bands, rubber bands (All I see is money, Rossay)
[Verse 1: Rick Ross]
Step out the car, rubber bands in my pocket
Rose gold Rolex look like it's plugged in a socket
All the bad bitches lookin', all the fuck niggas jockin'
People investigatin', I'll let the streets keep on talkin' (Huh)
Got a brick in the trunk, you know I gotta get mine
Mama always said, "It'll come in due time"
So I took what she said, flipped that bitch a few times
Went and got a Suburban and a new Benz to ride
Then I loaded the sticks, I just wanna survive
The quarters going for six, you can get 'em for five
The streets got a demand, therefore I gotta supply
If you want it for cheap, oh man, I got a surprise
I need them—
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