Track Star (feat. Jay Wil)
I'm racing to the money all these niggas acting funny
Wrap em head to toe I'm turning all these dummies into mummies
Got the party jumping bumping baby there ain't nothing bussing like when the six and The Chozen step into the function
Custom VVS around my neck time to collect
A lot zeros and some commas with the free up check
Ain't no time to slow it down I'm in it for the win
And as we say in the estate
Yeah let us begin
Can you dig it I'm the illest the realest I'm Popeyes off the spinach push it to the limit Sprinting to the Guinness listen
I'm too legit to quit
Yeah Believe it or not ya boii is stirring the ship, (Bitch)
Swerving through you niggas burning through my liver
Man this liquor quicker than my trigger finger after dinner
All disrespect cuz im gonna eat regardless
Look what you done started Big Bully I'm heartless
Fuck it you gotta issue here's a tissue
Shoutouts Nipsey Hussle the marathon will continue
Niggas done with being calm dropping on all the bombs
I'm Back on my bullshit (Yeah) that's word to moms
Rags to riches (Rags to riches) racking digits (Racking digits)
Back to business any minute it finna get wicked
Ain't no gimmicks just a runner at the line of scrimmage
Widdia vivid image of Olympus at the finish
Money bags, *I'm tryna pop tags*
Chasing every currency im making riches from my rags
Yeah, im making riches from my rags
Feet up, G5 we ain't gotta check no bags
Listen, *I'm tryna pop tags*
Chosen King Six run it up we on 5th Ave
Spend that money Track star cus we make it fast
*You can pay us in cash*
Yeah, you can pay us in cash
Chasing every currency I'm making riches from my rags
Yeah, and you can pay us in cash
Feet up, G5 we ain't gotta check no bags
This aint a façade, I'm running through the commas and bottles
With my team likea relay if I pass him I got him
Yeah I got him oh yeah I got him
It's all about finesse if he lack it then block him
I could take a break and still come back with the hits
Count it up like a tootsie roll counting the licks
Run for the gold but the platinums a brick
The boys too elite to be calling it quits
I'm going off, if I light it its bussin, you boys ain't lighting on nothing
Yall coughing need robutussin, your lungs is gonna be studdering
I'm lit in the function with the bag like it's nothing
Platinum boys gonna run it
Pass it like a relay
Spin it like a DJ
Flip it like a gymnast then I distribute it six ways
Money running long i could win the marathon
It's A Platinum Olympus track star sing along
Money bags, *I'm tryna pop tags*
Chasing every currency im making riches from my rags
Yeah, im making riches from my rags
Feet up, G5 we ain't gotta check no bags
Listen, *I'm tryna pop tags*
Chosen King Six run it up we on 5th Ave
Spend that money Track star cus we make it fast
*You can pay us in cash*
Yeah, you can pay us in cash
Chasing every currency I'm making riches from my rags
Yeah, and you can pay us in cash
Feet up, G5 we ain't gotta check no bags
Big baller shot caller getting to the bag
On my way to the dream Jay where you at
I'm chillin' i'm living and I ain't tryna brag
But the height we take it to they gonna get mad
Imma stay greedy bon appetit
Raised by the concrete yeah the Wilson's elite imma
Push start the car then we touching the street
Whoever on the aux ain't matching our beat
Tag me in the free play, tell me what the streets say
Chopping up the verse rewind and hit the replay
Jilly spin the block this party moving too hot
Shaz Skywalker we ain't never gon stop
Wrap em head to toe I'm turning all these dummies into mummies
Got the party jumping bumping baby there ain't nothing bussing like when the six and The Chozen step into the function
Custom VVS around my neck time to collect
A lot zeros and some commas with the free up check
Ain't no time to slow it down I'm in it for the win
And as we say in the estate
Yeah let us begin
Can you dig it I'm the illest the realest I'm Popeyes off the spinach push it to the limit Sprinting to the Guinness listen
I'm too legit to quit
Yeah Believe it or not ya boii is stirring the ship, (Bitch)
Swerving through you niggas burning through my liver
Man this liquor quicker than my trigger finger after dinner
All disrespect cuz im gonna eat regardless
Look what you done started Big Bully I'm heartless
Fuck it you gotta issue here's a tissue
Shoutouts Nipsey Hussle the marathon will continue
Niggas done with being calm dropping on all the bombs
I'm Back on my bullshit (Yeah) that's word to moms
Rags to riches (Rags to riches) racking digits (Racking digits)
Back to business any minute it finna get wicked
Ain't no gimmicks just a runner at the line of scrimmage
Widdia vivid image of Olympus at the finish
Money bags, *I'm tryna pop tags*
Chasing every currency im making riches from my rags
Yeah, im making riches from my rags
Feet up, G5 we ain't gotta check no bags
Listen, *I'm tryna pop tags*
Chosen King Six run it up we on 5th Ave
Spend that money Track star cus we make it fast
*You can pay us in cash*
Yeah, you can pay us in cash
Chasing every currency I'm making riches from my rags
Yeah, and you can pay us in cash
Feet up, G5 we ain't gotta check no bags
This aint a façade, I'm running through the commas and bottles
With my team likea relay if I pass him I got him
Yeah I got him oh yeah I got him
It's all about finesse if he lack it then block him
I could take a break and still come back with the hits
Count it up like a tootsie roll counting the licks
Run for the gold but the platinums a brick
The boys too elite to be calling it quits
I'm going off, if I light it its bussin, you boys ain't lighting on nothing
Yall coughing need robutussin, your lungs is gonna be studdering
I'm lit in the function with the bag like it's nothing
Platinum boys gonna run it
Pass it like a relay
Spin it like a DJ
Flip it like a gymnast then I distribute it six ways
Money running long i could win the marathon
It's A Platinum Olympus track star sing along
Money bags, *I'm tryna pop tags*
Chasing every currency im making riches from my rags
Yeah, im making riches from my rags
Feet up, G5 we ain't gotta check no bags
Listen, *I'm tryna pop tags*
Chosen King Six run it up we on 5th Ave
Spend that money Track star cus we make it fast
*You can pay us in cash*
Yeah, you can pay us in cash
Chasing every currency I'm making riches from my rags
Yeah, and you can pay us in cash
Feet up, G5 we ain't gotta check no bags
Big baller shot caller getting to the bag
On my way to the dream Jay where you at
I'm chillin' i'm living and I ain't tryna brag
But the height we take it to they gonna get mad
Imma stay greedy bon appetit
Raised by the concrete yeah the Wilson's elite imma
Push start the car then we touching the street
Whoever on the aux ain't matching our beat
Tag me in the free play, tell me what the streets say
Chopping up the verse rewind and hit the replay
Jilly spin the block this party moving too hot
Shaz Skywalker we ain't never gon stop
Credits
Writer(s): Devon Wilson
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