Must Be
Got them racks in my pocket
Im a walking wallet
Niggas hating on me
Guess im a trending topic
Im the type of nigga
Get money and be wilding
Wait i wild and get money
The black jack ass
Girl you fucking with bugs bunny
With your horny ass
You can pay for school
But you cant buy class
No lie Hey i got that from jay z
With a swagger like us
You know we made for the tv
Only 22 but feeling like 30
Got so much juice
Some brauds stay thirsty
Got that everyday cake
Like its my b day
And if you arent getting money
Get the hell up out my face
Wouldnt be suprised if you a hater
Way im shitting on your ego
Get some toilet paper
Playing these brauds
Ever since sega
And i been had game
Ever since pagers
Shawty gave me neck
And i gave her a facial
Its mob im about my cream
Get bagels and if you dont get that
Then you mentally disabled
Yep your crazy im a god
These niggas is g babies
Couple racks in my pockets
Must be the trues
Chain on headlights
Watch on stadium
Riding in a benz
Driving something real foreign
Driving city to city
With a couple bitches like im touring
Couple racks in my pockets
Must be the trues
Chain on headlights
Wacth on stadium
Riding in a benz
Driving something real foreign
Driving city to city
With a couple bitches like im touring
Couple racks in my pockets
Pull em out the trues
Killing shit lately catch me on the news
Green in my sight while you niggas got the blues
And i stay hella fly feet smell like new shoes
On a million dollar grind
Fuck killing time when that money move
I move like its connected to my spine
Money on my mind polo hat turned back
Trues sagging real low Cuz they holding
All of them stacks
Gucci belt to hold the trues up
And i beat the pussy till it bruise up
Got racks off in my pockets
Got hella swag cant mock it
Fuck whoever dont like me
Flow refreshing like iced tea
Your bitch giving us mike d
Maybe because my wrist is so icy
Bands on me but not for long
I gotta paper route call me karl malone
Mailman give these haters hell man
Hot as fucking hell man
So wavy i dont walk i am sailing
So fly get your bands up
Couple racks in my pockets
Must be the trues
Chain on headlights
Watch on stadium
Riding in a benz
Driving something real foreign
Driving city to city
With a couple bitches like im touring
Couple racks in my pockets
Must be the trues
Chain on headlights
Wacth on stadium
Riding in a benz
Driving something real foreign
Driving city to city
With a couple bitches like im touring
Im a walking wallet
Niggas hating on me
Guess im a trending topic
Im the type of nigga
Get money and be wilding
Wait i wild and get money
The black jack ass
Girl you fucking with bugs bunny
With your horny ass
You can pay for school
But you cant buy class
No lie Hey i got that from jay z
With a swagger like us
You know we made for the tv
Only 22 but feeling like 30
Got so much juice
Some brauds stay thirsty
Got that everyday cake
Like its my b day
And if you arent getting money
Get the hell up out my face
Wouldnt be suprised if you a hater
Way im shitting on your ego
Get some toilet paper
Playing these brauds
Ever since sega
And i been had game
Ever since pagers
Shawty gave me neck
And i gave her a facial
Its mob im about my cream
Get bagels and if you dont get that
Then you mentally disabled
Yep your crazy im a god
These niggas is g babies
Couple racks in my pockets
Must be the trues
Chain on headlights
Watch on stadium
Riding in a benz
Driving something real foreign
Driving city to city
With a couple bitches like im touring
Couple racks in my pockets
Must be the trues
Chain on headlights
Wacth on stadium
Riding in a benz
Driving something real foreign
Driving city to city
With a couple bitches like im touring
Couple racks in my pockets
Pull em out the trues
Killing shit lately catch me on the news
Green in my sight while you niggas got the blues
And i stay hella fly feet smell like new shoes
On a million dollar grind
Fuck killing time when that money move
I move like its connected to my spine
Money on my mind polo hat turned back
Trues sagging real low Cuz they holding
All of them stacks
Gucci belt to hold the trues up
And i beat the pussy till it bruise up
Got racks off in my pockets
Got hella swag cant mock it
Fuck whoever dont like me
Flow refreshing like iced tea
Your bitch giving us mike d
Maybe because my wrist is so icy
Bands on me but not for long
I gotta paper route call me karl malone
Mailman give these haters hell man
Hot as fucking hell man
So wavy i dont walk i am sailing
So fly get your bands up
Couple racks in my pockets
Must be the trues
Chain on headlights
Watch on stadium
Riding in a benz
Driving something real foreign
Driving city to city
With a couple bitches like im touring
Couple racks in my pockets
Must be the trues
Chain on headlights
Wacth on stadium
Riding in a benz
Driving something real foreign
Driving city to city
With a couple bitches like im touring
Credits
Writer(s): Emanuel Norman
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