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Yeah, whoa, yeah, whoa, yeah, whoa, yeah, whoa
Racks in my pants, money is never enough, I'm counting it up, it's right in my hands
She asking why I can't cuff her, I'm sorry, lil' baby, that's not in my plans
Remember when I couldn't touch her until I got money, was less than a friend
She ain't wan, give me a chance, ain't get in my feelings, I ran up my bands
Dolce gabbana my boxers, I'm wearing these joggers, but I never ran
Choppa be kicking like soccer, bitch, I'm not a boxer, I'm not throwing hands
Niggas be speaking on me, but they ain't getting money, I don't understand
I really feel like that nigga got too many bitches, got too many fans
I fell in love with a freak, every time that we meet, make her walk on her knees
She throw it back on my lap, she reversing that ass like she parking a Jeep
I got a Glock in my jeans, watch how you talk when you talking to me
I just been sipping codeine, I pour that shit up, I been coughing for weeks
Bagging your bitch in your city, bagging your bitch and this money, I play with these hunnids
She so in love with her man until she meet rih money, sorry, I'm taking your woman
I got a Kel-Tec a Uzi, I glock with a dot just imagine me throwing some punches
Women be coming and going, these dead presidents stay forever, my pockets is haunted
Hit from the back with my thumb in her ass, she wanna eat me for lunch
She used to curve me till I got a bag, money turn her to a munch
Can't come around if you don't got a pass, no you is not one of us
She notice me cause I brag and I stunt, got the game on my back, so I walk with a hunch
Niggas be talking like hoes and police, so when they come around, we not saying too much
You better hate from a distance, you better not get too close to me, boy, this ain't what you want
Walking around with extensions, no kiddin if, my name is mentioned we smoke em like runts
Money keep coming, we keep it on us, I been gaining some weight, I been eating for months
Racks in my pants money is never enough, I'm counting it up, it's right in my hands
She asking why I can't cuff her, I'm sorry, lil' baby, that's not in my plans
Remember when I couldn't touch her until I got money, was less than a friend
She ain't wanna give me a chance, ain't get in my feelings, I ran up my bands
Dolce gabbana my boxers, I'm wearing these joggers, but I never ran
Chopper be kicking like soccer, bitch, I'm not a boxer, I'm not throwing hands
Niggas be speaking on me, but they ain't getting money, I don't understand
I really feel like that nigga got too many, bitches got too many

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