Lyrics:
Jugging, trading, stacking, raking
Jugging, trading, stacking, raking
Jugging, trading, stacking, raking
Jugging, trading, stacking, raking
Every day
fastened down
To be burned
To be burned Jimmy
To be gone forever
So you`re
Down town raking bins
Through carry outs and skins
To find the hundred
mission now she raking numbers in
I'ma break her if she bends
Fuck that pussy baby, how much paper you gone spend?
Never trick for nothing, I'd be crazy
partly of my making
And if there's muck, I'll do the raking
Now the scene is escalating
You'd better have no expectations
It's partly of my making
making
Don't want to hear about the lives you're faking
Don't want to read about the muck they're raking
You sang your song
For much too long
making
Don't want to hear about the lives you're faking
Don't want to read about the muck they're raking
You sang your song
For much too long
your first copper tasting of familiar DNA
Raking up mud as the family plot thickens
Raking up mud as the family plot thickens
Raking up mud
All summer long you smelled like lotion and we made love when we took the notion
Summer is gone and it's hard to believe how lonely I am raking up
Uhh, Yeah, Look
Life is what you make it
I don't fuck with swine
No but I'm getting bacon
Money on my mind
Getting plenty I be raking
If the shit
That money good but she tired of raking them ones of the floor
And she don't wanta dance nomo ohhh
Dance nomo
Said she don't wanta dance nomo
That money
Again and again Ima win
Cuz I bet on myself
So Im taking a spin
Chucking the dice
Ive been paying the price
Almost all of my life
Now Im raking it in
the top is a goner (Zoom)
Me and my blonde bitch in the Bahamas
Raking in the dough I'm stacking these commas
I do not cap and I will not stop now
Raking in
hitting the gas
Flying you in first class
Raking in that cash
Come fill up your glass
Got me hitting the gas
Flying you in first class
Raking in that cash
everywhere so they don't feel alone
They look down on us when they look up from their phone
Raking it in
Ooh raking it in
They're sticking money in our tin
Suicide doors
Make you kill yourself
Bitch i'm raking up my body count
I stack them on the shelf
I might put you on a blade
Grab my chainsaw
Like
Yeah, I stay away from po-po
Keep it polished, making commas, stay tight with my bro-bros
Raking dollars, fill my pockets, homie that's a no-joke
You better feel for a moment
Start let to go
Press the paper to ya lips now you outta control
Feel the hate of raking strings
It's a struggle to gold
You know what? Oh, I'm raking in
Racks upon racks, I’m reckless
Life’s been going too fast
Got all these girls on my check list
Know I’m spitting
I be loving it all
I be loving what I see
You be loving it now
You be loving all on me
Platinum we up
Gotta love how that ring
I be raking in
this not good enough for you, Senorita Fancy?
Am I not good enough for you, Senorita Fancy
How'd you go from making a fire to raking me over the coal so
was in da field wit dat plower
Raking dollars up
Where dem dollars at East side
Where dem dollars at Westside
Where dem dollars at Southside
Where
time my watch tic toc
I'm counting up stacks, I'm raking up racks
We countin it back (Countin it back)
We smoking the pack (Smokin the pack)
Got
help you then
It's funny how it seems to go
You forget but your mind remembers
And now another year's gone by
Let alone the month of September
Raking up
a new pair of jeans
Boy sit down you is not like me
I'm raking in cheddar, I'm raking in cheese
I'm keeping the Fendi and Marni on me
Louis and Gucci
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