Tax

Spend that whole bag that's a few racks and make it back
Cookies with Kush we gone smoke on designer Pac (Lets go)
Rocking Rick Owens I come in yeah all in black (Oh yeah)
Pouring up lean in the booth so we stay on track
Money all blue in the bands we got paper
Gwap it got range spread it reach a few acre (Uh)
Shorty be calling but no I can't save her
VV's like ice on my wrist It's a glacier

Heart it so cold like the tundra it freeze (Uh)
Thumbing through Benji's we counting up cheese (Ok)
Bape on my body like I'm Japanese
Smelling that dank when I walk by the breeze
Pop a lil perk started geeking that bad bitch she giving me brain yeah she blow referee (Lets go)
Black diamonds hit flawless that boy he a demon
We running up Nieman that check guaranteed

Stack in my pocket a Rollie, Pull out that chopper move slowly
Yeah he gone eat it like goalie, I thought he man's yeah I thought he my homie
That lil bitch said she pray for me, Percocet warm on a thirty bean
If we taking a fall we gone bounce it right back like that boy on a trampoline

If we take a fall yeah we going to bounce back ay
Designer bitch yeah I hit it from the back yeah
Dropping hundreds dropping fifty dropping racks ay uh
Pull up quick with the stick we gone hit them with that
Tax, tax, tax, tax, tax, tax, tax, tax
Tax, tax, tax, tax, tax, tax

Spend that whole bag that's a few racks and make it back
Cookies with Kush we gone smoke on designer Pac (Lets go)
Rocking rick Owens I come in yuh all in black (Oh yeah)
Pouring up lean in the booth so we stay on track
Money all blue in the bands we got paper
Gwap it got range spread it reach a few acre
Shorty be calling but no I can't save her
VV's like ice on my wrist Issa glacier

Heart it so cold like the tundra it freeze (Uh)
Thumbing through Benji's we counting up cheese (Ok)
Bape on my body like I'm Japanese
Smelling that dank when I walk by the breeze
Pop a lil perk started geeking that bad bitch she giving me brain yeah she blow referee (Lets go)
Black diamonds hit flawless that boy he a demon
We running up Nieman that check guaranteed

If we take a fall yeah we going to bounce back ay
Designer bitch yeah I hit it from the back yeah
Dropping hundreds dropping fifty dropping racks ay uh
Pull up quick with the stick we gone hit them with that
Tax, tax, tax, tax, tax, tax, tax, tax



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Writer(s): Sydney Colaw
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