I want the money so I’ma go get it Been had racks, you still ain’t did it Racks sit on me like a mofuckin’ bench If it don’t make paper then it don’t make sense Racks on me, ran it up from some cents This clip on my mind and I think about life In love with finessin’, I wanna make it my wife
When I get to shootin’, I ain’t gon’ miss twice Put your life on the hit and I’m shootin’ like dice Glizzy get to bitin’, bite like Mike Tyson Just shoot it out, we too ugly to be fightin’ I got a K and it shot a nigga up Ain’t scared to go to jail, I don’t give a fuck If a nigga say it’s up then it’s up there We on the fuck shit, we don’t play fair Tom Brady, in the air He ain’t gang, we up in there Shit gets slippery and my niggas be slidin’ If it’s go time then I’m ridin’
I need racks I’m talkin’ ’bout racks
I want the money so I’ma go get it Been had racks, you still ain’t did it Racks sit on me like a mofuckin’ bench If it don’t make paper then it don’t make sense Racks on me, ran it up from some cents This clip on my mind and I think about life In love with finessin’, I wanna make it my wife