Raccs
Yeah (Yeah, yeah)
Blame it on Monsta
Yeah (Yeah, yeah)
Hey, 20 racks a lot of money if you never had (Never had shit)
And 50 racks make a street nigga live lavish (Yea feel)
100 racks off in the street above average (Owe)
Quarter to a Mil make you feel like nigga you been trappin'
10 racks have them in your business trying to rap
5 racks nigga hold a grind with a passion
2 to 3 racks nigga still ready for that action
Say there is level to this money in the streets to make it happen
I was 18 with a 20 ball, you can push it off when the hood involved
Had a bad bitch that looked good and all
Stop a lot, put it in your draws
You ain't gotta ask, we cook the sauce
Had the quarter pound for a good amount
Say every week we flew out of town
We was coming back with a lot of pounds
I swear to god I had a lot of pounds
Meet up at the spot and we gona break it down
This juice here you can't drink it man
When I twist the top it start stakin man
Like what the fuck the niggas thinking now
Shit sky high what they making now
The alphabet boys come and shake you down
Streets fucked up when they shake you down
Perlack on 24" new laptop with the baggin
.38 with the duct tape
Had a date plate with the gang in
Push in the truck with windows up
Got a lot of drugs and my fame been in
I swear to god we ain't the same pimppin
Ask about Yella I had a name pimppin
Hey, 20 racks a lot of money if you never had (Never had shit)
And 50 racks make a street nigga live lavish (Yea feel)
100 racks off in the street above average (Owe)
Quarter to a Mil make you feel like nigga you been trappin'
10 racks have them in your business trying to rap
5 racks nigga hold a grind with a passion
2 to 3 racks nigga still ready for that action
Say there is level to this money in the streets to make it happen
I had a bus, get it in your heart
I had 50 most, get that onion sauce
You can hit the block and get a ounce
You can break it down and sell some ground
We was having corn but we was slagging reggie
I was still getting boats for 150
Come to my hood, ask for Freddy
Everybody know about scary Freddy
Used to like the work really just the bag
Used to get it cheap from my step-daddy
Get it from the hood when he didn't have it
I'm a dope boy the streets been my daddy
Open a house with some gas in it
We was having money but the bag was different
Remember times when I was asking niggas
When I had the whip with no transmission
Back then I steal something
I'm the same nigga still kill someone
All day face something, nigga having paper still taking some
200 thousand tucked in the wall
Can't shake my dog, that's against the law
I ball hard nigga, I want the sauce, I'm gonna ball till the day I fall
Hey, 20 racks a lot of money if you never had (Never had shit)
And 50 racks make a street nigga live lavish (Yea feel)
100 racks off in the street above average (Owe)
Quarter to a Mil make you feel like nigga you been trappin'
10 racks have them in your business trying to rap
5 racks nigga hold a grind with a passion
2 to 3 racks nigga still ready for that action
Say there is level to this money in the streets to make it happen
I paid 350 for a .35, serving 3 to 5, count them 35
Had the gangster G, that was certified
When and got a stank and got my turning wild
Everyday I was flipping something
Been on corners trying to get something
These hoes trying to put my dick in something
Started selling wax and tripled my money
Going back and fourth flipping hundreds
It seemed like this shit was sticking on me
I swear my little bitch started trippin on me
Posted in the jungle with the pistol on me
Everyday I am trying to get the money
And everyday I got to keep it on me
Nigga turned up and bitches leeching on me
Push start the car and keep it running
I am going to break the scene when people coming
We seen nothing, Stevie Wonder
I can make it rain because I keep the thunder
Nigga keep it real, we believe the hommie
Want to make a nigga see Jesus hommie
Yella ain't about that beefing hommie
Hustle up and ain't no leeching hommie
Pussy ass nigga been leeching hommie
Hey, 20 racks a lot of money if you never had (Never had shit)
And 50 racks make a street nigga live lavish (Yea feel)
100 racks off in the street above average (Owe)
Quarter to a Mil make you feel like you been trappin'
10 racks have them in your business trying to rap
5 racks hold a grind with a passion
2 to 3 racks still ready for that action
Say there is level to this money in the streets to make it happen
Blame it on Monsta
Yeah (Yeah, yeah)
Hey, 20 racks a lot of money if you never had (Never had shit)
And 50 racks make a street nigga live lavish (Yea feel)
100 racks off in the street above average (Owe)
Quarter to a Mil make you feel like nigga you been trappin'
10 racks have them in your business trying to rap
5 racks nigga hold a grind with a passion
2 to 3 racks nigga still ready for that action
Say there is level to this money in the streets to make it happen
I was 18 with a 20 ball, you can push it off when the hood involved
Had a bad bitch that looked good and all
Stop a lot, put it in your draws
You ain't gotta ask, we cook the sauce
Had the quarter pound for a good amount
Say every week we flew out of town
We was coming back with a lot of pounds
I swear to god I had a lot of pounds
Meet up at the spot and we gona break it down
This juice here you can't drink it man
When I twist the top it start stakin man
Like what the fuck the niggas thinking now
Shit sky high what they making now
The alphabet boys come and shake you down
Streets fucked up when they shake you down
Perlack on 24" new laptop with the baggin
.38 with the duct tape
Had a date plate with the gang in
Push in the truck with windows up
Got a lot of drugs and my fame been in
I swear to god we ain't the same pimppin
Ask about Yella I had a name pimppin
Hey, 20 racks a lot of money if you never had (Never had shit)
And 50 racks make a street nigga live lavish (Yea feel)
100 racks off in the street above average (Owe)
Quarter to a Mil make you feel like nigga you been trappin'
10 racks have them in your business trying to rap
5 racks nigga hold a grind with a passion
2 to 3 racks nigga still ready for that action
Say there is level to this money in the streets to make it happen
I had a bus, get it in your heart
I had 50 most, get that onion sauce
You can hit the block and get a ounce
You can break it down and sell some ground
We was having corn but we was slagging reggie
I was still getting boats for 150
Come to my hood, ask for Freddy
Everybody know about scary Freddy
Used to like the work really just the bag
Used to get it cheap from my step-daddy
Get it from the hood when he didn't have it
I'm a dope boy the streets been my daddy
Open a house with some gas in it
We was having money but the bag was different
Remember times when I was asking niggas
When I had the whip with no transmission
Back then I steal something
I'm the same nigga still kill someone
All day face something, nigga having paper still taking some
200 thousand tucked in the wall
Can't shake my dog, that's against the law
I ball hard nigga, I want the sauce, I'm gonna ball till the day I fall
Hey, 20 racks a lot of money if you never had (Never had shit)
And 50 racks make a street nigga live lavish (Yea feel)
100 racks off in the street above average (Owe)
Quarter to a Mil make you feel like nigga you been trappin'
10 racks have them in your business trying to rap
5 racks nigga hold a grind with a passion
2 to 3 racks nigga still ready for that action
Say there is level to this money in the streets to make it happen
I paid 350 for a .35, serving 3 to 5, count them 35
Had the gangster G, that was certified
When and got a stank and got my turning wild
Everyday I was flipping something
Been on corners trying to get something
These hoes trying to put my dick in something
Started selling wax and tripled my money
Going back and fourth flipping hundreds
It seemed like this shit was sticking on me
I swear my little bitch started trippin on me
Posted in the jungle with the pistol on me
Everyday I am trying to get the money
And everyday I got to keep it on me
Nigga turned up and bitches leeching on me
Push start the car and keep it running
I am going to break the scene when people coming
We seen nothing, Stevie Wonder
I can make it rain because I keep the thunder
Nigga keep it real, we believe the hommie
Want to make a nigga see Jesus hommie
Yella ain't about that beefing hommie
Hustle up and ain't no leeching hommie
Pussy ass nigga been leeching hommie
Hey, 20 racks a lot of money if you never had (Never had shit)
And 50 racks make a street nigga live lavish (Yea feel)
100 racks off in the street above average (Owe)
Quarter to a Mil make you feel like you been trappin'
10 racks have them in your business trying to rap
5 racks hold a grind with a passion
2 to 3 racks still ready for that action
Say there is level to this money in the streets to make it happen
Credits
Writer(s): Markies Deandre Conway, Devarius Dontez Moore, Carron Washington
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