Get them racks in, then I'm leavin' out
Bitch, it's my money and I need it now
If you help me count this up, you can keep a thou
You ain't got shit in motion, I can't be around
Baby got a booty lift, I'm finna beat it down
Suppressors on them blams, you won't peep a sound
Yeah, you know we got the bags whenever we in town
I'm the king of this shit, let me see the crown
Bitch eat the dick up like she been fasting
Somethin' like Aaron Rodgers, how I send passes
You know what to do if I throw ten at you
Yeah, baby, touch your toes, I throw a band at you
Yeah, laughing to the bank, I got silly racks
I can't listen to these niggas, cause they really whack
Don't try to pull no fake stunts, you'll get really whacked
You know I keep the P's on me like a Philly's cap
Me and Nunu in the trap, we just sealin' bags
The way we havin' shit, they think we dealin' crack
That's a 30k run to the hill and back
Before I'm done with this shit, I need a mill in cash
Niggas tryin' hard, yeah
You can bake them chickens but we fryin' ours
Started off a small sale now I'm buyin' large
She hit me with the brain this bitch kinda smart
We call them spaceships cause we be flyin' cars
The plug f*ck with me he shoot me what I need
Baby, I'm not no trick but they be up my sleeve
I could put you on the road get you up to speed
Shit, I'ma probably bust it down if it's up to me
Get them racks in, then I'm leavin' out
Bitch, it's my money and I need it now
If you help me count this up, you can keep a thou
You ain't got shit in motion, I can't be around
Baby got a booty lift, I'm finna beat it down
Suppressors on them blams, you won't peep a sound
Yeah, you know we got the bags whenever we in town
I'm the king of this shit, let me see the crown
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Get them racks in, then I'm leavin' out
Bitch, it's my money and I need it now
If you help me count this up, you can keep a thou
You ain't got shit in motion, I can't be around
Baby got a booty lift, I'm finna beat it down
Suppressors on them blams, you won't peep a sound
Yeah, you know we got the bags whenever we in town
I'm the king of this shit, let me see the crown
Bitch eat the dick up like she been fasting
Somethin' like Aaron Rodgers, how I send passes
You know what to do if I throw ten at you
Yeah, baby, touch your toes, I throw a band at you
Yeah, laughing to the bank, I got silly racks
I can't listen to these niggas, cause they really whack
Don't try to pull no fake stunts, you'll get really whacked
You know I keep the P's on me like a Philly's cap
Me and Nunu in the trap, we just sealin' bags
The way we havin' shit, they think we dealin' crack
That's a 30k run to the hill and back
Before I'm done with this shit, I need a mill in cash
Niggas tryin' hard, yeah
You can bake them chickens but we fryin' ours
Started off a small sale now I'm buyin' large
She hit me with the brain this bitch kinda smart
We call them spaceships cause we be flyin' cars
The plug f*ck with me he shoot me what I need
Baby, I'm not no trick but they be up my sleeve
I could put you on the road get you up to speed
Shit, I'ma probably bust it down if it's up to me
Get them racks in, then I'm leavin' out
Bitch, it's my money and I need it now
If you help me count this up, you can keep a thou
You ain't got shit in motion, I can't be around
Baby got a booty lift, I'm finna beat it down
Suppressors on them blams, you won't peep a sound
Yeah, you know we got the bags whenever we in town
I'm the king of this shit, let me see the crown
Bitch, it's my money and I need it now
If you help me count this up, you can keep a thou
You ain't got shit in motion, I can't be around
Baby got a booty lift, I'm finna beat it down
Suppressors on them blams, you won't peep a sound
Yeah, you know we got the bags whenever we in town
I'm the king of this shit, let me see the crown
Bitch eat the dick up like she been fasting
Somethin' like Aaron Rodgers, how I send passes
You know what to do if I throw ten at you
Yeah, baby, touch your toes, I throw a band at you
Yeah, laughing to the bank, I got silly racks
I can't listen to these niggas, cause they really whack
Don't try to pull no fake stunts, you'll get really whacked
You know I keep the P's on me like a Philly's cap
Me and Nunu in the trap, we just sealin' bags
The way we havin' shit, they think we dealin' crack
That's a 30k run to the hill and back
Before I'm done with this shit, I need a mill in cash
Niggas tryin' hard, yeah
You can bake them chickens but we fryin' ours
Started off a small sale now I'm buyin' large
She hit me with the brain this bitch kinda smart
We call them spaceships cause we be flyin' cars
The plug f*ck with me he shoot me what I need
Baby, I'm not no trick but they be up my sleeve
I could put you on the road get you up to speed
Shit, I'ma probably bust it down if it's up to me
Get them racks in, then I'm leavin' out
Bitch, it's my money and I need it now
If you help me count this up, you can keep a thou
You ain't got shit in motion, I can't be around
Baby got a booty lift, I'm finna beat it down
Suppressors on them blams, you won't peep a sound
Yeah, you know we got the bags whenever we in town
I'm the king of this shit, let me see the crown
Writer: Trevon King, Trinity King
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