Cool Bands Rawood (Ft. Rio Da Yung OG)

[Intro: Rawood]
(Taz)
Ayy, ayy

[Chorus: Rawood]
Three hundred dollars what I spent up on some rubber bands
And I spent another two hundred on some fuckin' bags
I hit Flint 'cause I gotta pick up a bag
I shoot across town, smokin' a blunt, I'm just takin' drags
I'ma do it by myself, don't need a helping hand
I'ma ride the Benz or the Bentley or the fuckin' Jag'
Took these pros from dog and I made a few bands
Made a cool five bands on a forty pack, ayy

[Verse 1: Rawood & Rio Da Yung OG]
I just made a cool five bands on a forty pack
Ridin' 'round with his bitch, now he tryna get his shorty back
I fell in love with the money, I been ridin' with the six
Pushin' work through the snow in the dirty-ass Mitt, ayy
Ridin' through the hood with a thirty and a stick
Oxycontin, thirty milligram and thirty on my wrist
Have you seen this Cartier? It's a birdie on my wrist
You can get it fried hard, I'm like Church's with the chicken
I'm out here, I'm just playin' the hand I was dealt
Fucked around, spent two bands for the pants on my belt
Naw, I'm trippin', damn, I meant to say the belt on my pants
Rio just bought a Patek and that motherfucker dance
Every week I hit the stash, took another hundred bands
Grab that blender, do my dance with a hundred-somethin' grams
How the fuck you ain't got no car, but got a hundred pair of pants?
Fuckin' with the zaz', it's fifty-five hundred fuckin' with my mans