Thirty Rack$

She want my love, I don't want it back
Last month I made thirty racks
She wants money, she want maybachs
Ain't no way to get me back
Ooh, I can see that she a fake one
I can see that she a fake one
Ooh, I can see that she a fake one
I can see that she a fake one

She like my penship, yeah
Don't want no friendship, yeah
She want a pension, yeah
She want attention, yeah
She getting it too
Whenever I leave she don't know what to do
Girl do not get it confused, yeah
I am not flexing on you, eh
I was just born with the drip, eh
Niggas don't know what it is
Shorty just want her a taste, eh
I give her something to sip, eh
Yeah, ey, girl I'm just playing with you
Come on here, let's get faded too

She want my love, I don't want it back
Last month I made thirty racks
She wants money, she want maybachs
Ain't no way to get me back
Ooh, I can see that she a fake one
I can see that she a fake one
Ooh, I can see that she a fake one
I can see that she a fake one

Told her, eyy, it's you babe it's not me
I could list your flaws all the way from A to G to Z
I been going down on her, yeah I know my ABC
Golden frown on me yeah I'm fucking shinging like my teeth
Got the arigato shoes with the Arigato socks
Told her that's it's fucking see thru, just like you
So I flex on her, tell bye bye, cut the check then
High-life, yeah we finna kick it like it's muay thai
Ey, Put that bitch in a box told him we not squares
Call me bout some fucking royalties well I'm not scared
You can come at me, oh, tell them come thru please, oh
And the whole team eats, yeah, like it's kfc, oh

She want my love, I don't want it back
Last month I made thirty racks
She wants money, she want maybachs
Ain't no way to get me back
Ooh, I can see that she a fake one
I can see that she a fake one
Ooh, I can see that she a fake one
I can see that she a fake one



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Writer(s): Albert Frykman, Karl Andres Camilo Lindholm, Abdikarin Hussein
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