Oh Darling
Damn oh darling
Yeah
Racks I'm balling
Yeah
Lights camera action
All this money that I'm getting
Got me stacking
Got your bitch up out the whip and yeah she jacking
And I said I get my lick back now we laughing
And she say she want it lit
I make it happen
Damn we just be running the town
Damn thots always making a Sound
Damn she on me I'm taking it down
One chamber keep six in a round
She wanna fuck cause my style
And how you post me on the gram you gotta take that shit down
And I can't give this bitch the crown
Cause she just be moving too foul
And you ain't going with the flow
So it ain't my fault if you drown
No you can't walk in none of my shoes going a thousand miles
And when we lit I'm off that pill we going a thousand rounds
I put respect on all my kills because they make me proud
And I admit I pop my shit
She said make it make sense
Forty dollars type of bitch
Now is that really what you give
Yeah now is that really what you give
Bitch spend your money your kids
Rich we popping shit we popping Cristal
Lit on the top floor like a penthouse
Damn oh darling
Yeah
Racks I'm balling
Yeah
Lights camera action
All this money that I'm getting got me stacking
Got your bitch up out the whip and yeah she jacking
And I said I get my lick back
Now we laughing
And she said she want it lit
I make it happen
Yeah
Racks I'm balling
Yeah
Lights camera action
All this money that I'm getting
Got me stacking
Got your bitch up out the whip and yeah she jacking
And I said I get my lick back now we laughing
And she say she want it lit
I make it happen
Damn we just be running the town
Damn thots always making a Sound
Damn she on me I'm taking it down
One chamber keep six in a round
She wanna fuck cause my style
And how you post me on the gram you gotta take that shit down
And I can't give this bitch the crown
Cause she just be moving too foul
And you ain't going with the flow
So it ain't my fault if you drown
No you can't walk in none of my shoes going a thousand miles
And when we lit I'm off that pill we going a thousand rounds
I put respect on all my kills because they make me proud
And I admit I pop my shit
She said make it make sense
Forty dollars type of bitch
Now is that really what you give
Yeah now is that really what you give
Bitch spend your money your kids
Rich we popping shit we popping Cristal
Lit on the top floor like a penthouse
Damn oh darling
Yeah
Racks I'm balling
Yeah
Lights camera action
All this money that I'm getting got me stacking
Got your bitch up out the whip and yeah she jacking
And I said I get my lick back
Now we laughing
And she said she want it lit
I make it happen
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