Palms Itching
Palms itchin', yeah, time to get this money
You know I got these racks, countin' too much hunnids
Everyday ballin' hard, I stay getting buckets
Ain't a thing to this game, yeah, you know I run it
Palms itchin', yeah, time to get this money
You know I got these racks, countin' too much hunnids
Everyday ballin' hard, I stay getting buckets
Ain't a thing to this game, yeah, you know I run it
Hop in the coupe, stars in the roof
Shawty want me now, cause she know I'm the truth
Everyday we balling Steve Nash with the alley-oop
Know I got shooters, they don't even hoop
Want me to hit it right, knock it out the park like Babe Ruth
Where your man at, he a lame, he a goof
Feel the chemistry, we connect like Bluetooth
Where the paparazzi, flashin' lights, like a photo booth
Palms itchin', yeah, time to get this money
You know I got these racks, countin' too much hunnids
Everyday ballin' hard, I stay getting buckets
Ain't a thing to this game, yeah, you know I run it
Palms itchin', yeah, time to get this money
You know I got these racks, countin' too much hunnids
Everyday ballin' hard, I stay getting buckets
Ain't a thing to this game, yeah, you know I run it
Blow a bag, anything you see, I buy
I got racks, I ain't like the other guys Drippin' too hard, need to leave me out to dry
Girl, I wanna keep you fly like a jet
Flyin' in the sky, luxury, got you sayin', oh my
Got a view, like a bird's eye
Money in the bank, I'm a businessman
Need a suit and tie, been poppin' like fireworks
Fourth of July, I'ma grind till the day I die
Yeah, said I'ma grind till the day I die Yeah, said I'ma grind till the day I die
Yeah, said I'ma grind till the day I die
Palms itchin', yeah, time to get this money
You know I got these racks, countin' too much hunnids
Everyday ballin' hard, I stay getting buckets
Ain't a thing to this game, yeah, you know I run it
Palms itchin', yeah, time to get this money
You know I got these racks, countin' too much hunnids
Everyday ballin' hard, I stay getting buckets
Ain't a thing to this game, yeah, you know I run it
Ain't a thing to this game, we gon' run through hundreds
We gon' blow it, we gon' stack it, we gon' keep on thumbing
You know I got these racks, countin' too much hunnids
Everyday ballin' hard, I stay getting buckets
Ain't a thing to this game, yeah, you know I run it
Palms itchin', yeah, time to get this money
You know I got these racks, countin' too much hunnids
Everyday ballin' hard, I stay getting buckets
Ain't a thing to this game, yeah, you know I run it
Hop in the coupe, stars in the roof
Shawty want me now, cause she know I'm the truth
Everyday we balling Steve Nash with the alley-oop
Know I got shooters, they don't even hoop
Want me to hit it right, knock it out the park like Babe Ruth
Where your man at, he a lame, he a goof
Feel the chemistry, we connect like Bluetooth
Where the paparazzi, flashin' lights, like a photo booth
Palms itchin', yeah, time to get this money
You know I got these racks, countin' too much hunnids
Everyday ballin' hard, I stay getting buckets
Ain't a thing to this game, yeah, you know I run it
Palms itchin', yeah, time to get this money
You know I got these racks, countin' too much hunnids
Everyday ballin' hard, I stay getting buckets
Ain't a thing to this game, yeah, you know I run it
Blow a bag, anything you see, I buy
I got racks, I ain't like the other guys Drippin' too hard, need to leave me out to dry
Girl, I wanna keep you fly like a jet
Flyin' in the sky, luxury, got you sayin', oh my
Got a view, like a bird's eye
Money in the bank, I'm a businessman
Need a suit and tie, been poppin' like fireworks
Fourth of July, I'ma grind till the day I die
Yeah, said I'ma grind till the day I die Yeah, said I'ma grind till the day I die
Yeah, said I'ma grind till the day I die
Palms itchin', yeah, time to get this money
You know I got these racks, countin' too much hunnids
Everyday ballin' hard, I stay getting buckets
Ain't a thing to this game, yeah, you know I run it
Palms itchin', yeah, time to get this money
You know I got these racks, countin' too much hunnids
Everyday ballin' hard, I stay getting buckets
Ain't a thing to this game, yeah, you know I run it
Ain't a thing to this game, we gon' run through hundreds
We gon' blow it, we gon' stack it, we gon' keep on thumbing
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