Rubberz

Album: released as a single (2026)
Charted: 90
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  • Why, hello there
    Why, hello there
    Greetings, greetings, greetings

    Swipin' cards and stackin' chips, I saw you sinkin' ships
    Left me standin' in the pourin' rain
    Now I bought a heavy diamond chain (bling, blaow, blaow)
    My pocket's gettin' thicker, the watch is movin' quicker (quicker, quicker)
    Money talk is much louder now

    But I can't sleep through the night, can't sleep through the night
    Still seein' your face in the glass
    Why do you call when you're short on cash? (When you're short)
    Can't sleep through the night, I'm losin' my mind tonight (ayy, ayy)
    Bankrolls on the table (ayy, ayy, ayy)
    Watching local cable (cable now)
    Hating that I'm able (I'm able now)
    Hating that I'm able (I made it now)

    Plastic smiles on Sunset Boulevard
    Livin' fast and playin' every card
    Broken hearts and bitter bills
    Swallowin' these jagged little pills
    Your messages are floodin' in (floodin' in)
    Thinkin' that you're gonna win (gon' win)
    I just let the rubber band snap

    But I can't sleep through the night, can't sleep through the night
    Still seein' your face in the glass
    Why do you call when you're short on cash?
    Can't sleep through the night
    I'm losin' my mind tonight

    Gold rings on my fingers
    Still, your perfume lingers (it lingers)
    Empty bottles and bigger banks (bigger banks)
    Givin' nobody any thanks (any thanks)
    Not the money (ayy, ayy), not the fame
    Not the jewelry (no, not the jewelry)

    But I can't sleep through the night, can't sleep through the night
    Still seein' your face in the glass
    Why do you call when you're short on cash? (Short on cash)
    Can't sleep through the night
    I'm losin' my mind tonight (think I'm losin' it)
    Bankrolls on the table (on the table now)
    Watching local cable (on the cable now)
    Hating that I'm able (I'm able now, you hatin')
    Hating that I'm able

    (Fenix Flexin is flexed up, bitch)
    (See the piles everywhere, we ain't no broke boys)
    (We in the airport, you ain't makin' no noise, we ain't heard about you)
    (Let a nigga run up, you get chased down)
    (Ooh-wee)
    (Hid his whole .9 and the team, then they goin') Writer/s: Fenix Rypinski
    Publisher: EMPIRE PUBLISHING
    Lyrics licensed and provided by LyricFind

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