I got racks up in my pocket,
racks up in my pocket (ayy)
I got thots all in my phone callin' me, bitch stop
Fourteen hundred for this belt,
this ain't no damn Versace (ISO) (skrrt, skrrt)
it's Oh!Zone on the beat)
got them racks, got them sacks, them stacks
Know how we rockin' like cut-
I got racks up in my pocket,
racks up in my pocket (bang)
I got thots all in my phone callin' me,
Fourteen hunnid for this belt,
this ain't no damn Versace
And I'm smokin' on this dope,
I count money like a pro,
you know that I done done it
Twenties, fifties, hundreds,
Fifties, hun dreds, twenties,
I need my money machine to
count this lil' shit for me
just coolin' (flexin', flexin')
I got my niggas, my money,
my toolie (need my money and my toolie)
I got my cars, my house and my jewelry (yes,
Flexin' on niggas, I ain't worried (I ain't
Smokin' Tooka to the head
Come through shoot ya then ya dead (come
through shoot ya then ya dead)
fuck the feds (I'm gettin' money, fuck the feds)
And I'm Glo Gang, what is this? (And I'm Glo Gang,
That's my shit, you lil' bitch (that's my shit,
Let's get rich, you lil' bitch (let's get rich,
Get off my dick, you lil' bitch (get off my dick,
And go get you a brick (and go
this my oxygen (smokin' Tutu)
Too much damn Tutu, where my car keys,
man? (Too much damn Tutu)
Countin' rolls like a boxer,
Ya know that I'm the man (ya know it)
I got racks up in my pocket,
I got thots all in my phone callin' me,
Fourteen hunned for this belt,
this ain't no damn versace
And I'm smokin' on this dope,
I count money like a pro, you know
Twenties, fifties, hundreds,
Fifties, hundreds, twenties,
I need my money machine to count
Money machine go, "Beep, beep"
Hop in my car, skrrt- skrrt- skrrt, dudu- dudu- dudu,
All these fuck- boys wanna be me
His bitch let me fuck 'cause I got racks,
so I hit it like bang- bang, skeet- skeet
Tatted up like fuck, yeah
.30 tatted on my gun, yeah
It's time to have fun, yeah
His bitch say she wanna fuck me
She really wanna fuck with money
Thought that I ain't know
She thought that I was a dummy
Baby, you on that lame ass shit,
I got racks up in my pocket,
I got thots all in my phone callin' me,
Fourteen hunnid for this belt,
this ain't no damn Versace
And I'm smokin' on this dope,
I count money like a pro,
you know that I done done it
Twenties, fifties, hundreds,
Fifties, hundreds, twenties,
to count this lil' shit for me
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