Handstand We like them boys, with them rubber band-bands He move weight, keep a couple gram-grams So where your money? Put it in your hand-hands Now make it flip, make it do a handstand We like them boys, with them rubber band-bands He move weight, keep a couple gram-grams So where your money? Put it in your hand-hands Now make it flip, make it do a handstand Do a handstand, could you do a handstand? Flip that money, make it do a handstand I can make 'em scream, like a Summer Jam band Where are my bands, where my Rubber Band Mans? It's official, bang your pistols Play your money it's funny, I mean it tickles I need a D-boy, I need a president And if you're spending them stacks, I need some evidence Then you can bring out all them cars that they rap about Then I'ma let you eat it, like I put the snacks out Don't say you can't, say you can, say you can, can Flip that money, flip it like a handstand Do a handstand, could you do a handstand? Flip that money, make it do a handstand I can make 'em scream, like a Summer Jam band Where are my bands, where my Rubber Band Mans? He's a banker by nature He'll call and stick up the debt that you owe and thank ya He'll switch the toys out, never the same route But niggas acting like they ain't about to pay out Taking me out just to ask how my day went Tryna show me I'm his number one investment He know what I like, stay on your job type I'll pop if you can pop like you got rubber bands, we like We like them boys, with them rubber band-bands He move weight, keep a couple gram-grams So where your money? Put it in your hand-hands Now make it flip, make it do a handstand Do a handstand, could you do a handstand? Flip that money, make it do a handstand I can make 'em scream, like a Summer Jam band Where are my bands, where my Rubber Band Mans? 'Cause we like bad boys and bad cars Them hood rich, dope boys and trap stars 'Cause we like bad boys and bad cars (Yeah) Them hood rich, dope boys and trap stars (Uh huh, uh huh) See I'm a rubber lover, so wrap it and I'll hug ya Then we can stick together like them dollars out the printer Bad boys I catch, call me undercover (Uh) Street grindin', cold-cut motherf-- (Yo, yo, yo) He flip like handstands, he cookin' them ten grams Give him the grand slam in back of the phan-dam I mean the Phantom, I can't stand bums Somethin' 'bout his money make a nigga handsome Cuff, cuff, throw ya badge on me Guaranteed, you can't puff, puff, pass on me We can crush, crush, you can spend your stash on me 'Cause I know, you want to smash, like a crash dummy, c'yeah Do a handstand, could you do a handstand? Flip that money, make it do a handstand I can make 'em scream, like a Summer Jam band Where are my bands, where my Rubber Band Mans?