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Walk with racks inside the bank, I walk with racks inside the car
Time to cop the plain jane Rollie, if I bust that wrist down, I go audemars
A nigga far from basic, I fuck a bad bitch, turn her to a star

One, two, nigga from the bricks now we live luxury
Three, four, they shitted when they was up now they all under me
Five, six, the way I pop my shit she wanna fuck on me
Seven, eight, a hunnit bad bitches wanna keep me company

Nine, ten, I don't know where your lips been, you can't kiss on me
Eleven, shh, we don't fuck wit twelve, don't wanna say that shit
Dirty niggas can't get in my circle, that shit give me the ick
I Know a nigga who scam, he stacked his money up and went legit

Hit a home run, I do not miss, I'm just like Barry Bonds
All these bitches love a fly young nigga, they wanna tie the bond
I'm havin' Sunami drip all on my T, she wet just like the pond
Only knew this bitch for like a month, where she get a title from?

I'm havin' these bad ass hoes way before a nigga had some money
I'm havin' these racks in my pocket lil' nigga, I just spent two hunnit on lunch
Stayed down stacked my money up and now a nigga just spend for fun
These broke ass niggas ain't havin' funds and all these bitches wanna have some fun

I hop off a plane with Louis V luggage, I'm havin' this shit
She sucked my dick while I'm drivin', I swear I almost done crashed the whip
All these bitches wanna fuck Sunami, these hoes ain't single, they fuckin' somebody
This bitch tried to say she pregnant, the way a nigga always fuck up some money

Walk with racks inside the bank, I walk with racks inside the car
Time to cop the plain jane Rollie, if I bust that wrist down, I go audemars
A nigga far from basic, I fuck a bad bitch, turn her to a star

One, two, nigga from the bricks now we live luxury
Three, four, they shitted when they was up now they all under me
Five, six, the way I pop my shit she wanna fuck on me
Seven, eight, a hunnit bad bitches wanna keep me company

Nine, ten, I don't know where your lips been, you can't kiss on me
Eleven, shh, we don't fuck wit twelve, don't wanna say that shit
Dirty niggas can't get in my circle, that shit give me the ick
I Know a nigga who scam, he stacked his money up and went legit

Walk with racks inside the bank, I walk with racks inside the car
Time to cop the plain jane Rollie, if I bust that wrist down, I go audemars
A nigga far from basic, I fuck a bad bitch, turn her to a star

One, two, nigga from the bricks now we live luxury
Three, four, they shitted when they was up now they all under me
Five, six, the way I pop my shit she wanna fuck on me
Seven, eight, a hunnit bad bitches wanna keep me company



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Writer(s): Jacob Henry
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