Luh Racks
Four more million, three new bitches Two new whips, one new crib
It's a brand new year
I've been doing this
This ain't nothing new
Four more million, three more bitches Two more cars and one new crib
For real, I ain't tryna pop a seal
Yeah, I'ma just keep the chill
Yeah, just thumbing through these bills
Like, how could you get bored
I'm sprinting to the rings
I call it my sonic team
I just heard my marine from the other side, huh
I just sprinted 65 yards on the sideline for the touchdown
Out the whole song, then go try to take that one line
I'm just taxing like 10K out when I'm in downtown
Four more million, three new bitches
Two new whips, one new crib
It's a brand new year
After I met my idols
Four more million, three new bitches
Two new cars, one more
This ain't nothing new
Brand new house, I know you stay for the second verse
I whip it, I skirt it, I swerve it
Zooming out the lot
Hop in a lotus, that bitch going fast
I might take an infinity hit going straight to the top
Everybody got something to say
But nobody wants to talk
What's next
I was just counting the money
Yo, bitch, she was looking at me
I ain't wanna pull out the big body
I put my dick in her tummy
Now she looking at me like she want me
Two hundred thousand dollars
I could tell you how to make something out of nothing
Four more million, three old bitches
Two new cars and still the same old crib
Four more million, three new bitches
Two old cars and still the same new crib
It's a brand new year
I've been doing this
This ain't nothing new
Four more million, three more bitches Two more cars and one new crib
For real, I ain't tryna pop a seal
Yeah, I'ma just keep the chill
Yeah, just thumbing through these bills
Like, how could you get bored
I'm sprinting to the rings
I call it my sonic team
I just heard my marine from the other side, huh
I just sprinted 65 yards on the sideline for the touchdown
Out the whole song, then go try to take that one line
I'm just taxing like 10K out when I'm in downtown
Four more million, three new bitches
Two new whips, one new crib
It's a brand new year
After I met my idols
Four more million, three new bitches
Two new cars, one more
This ain't nothing new
Brand new house, I know you stay for the second verse
I whip it, I skirt it, I swerve it
Zooming out the lot
Hop in a lotus, that bitch going fast
I might take an infinity hit going straight to the top
Everybody got something to say
But nobody wants to talk
What's next
I was just counting the money
Yo, bitch, she was looking at me
I ain't wanna pull out the big body
I put my dick in her tummy
Now she looking at me like she want me
Two hundred thousand dollars
I could tell you how to make something out of nothing
Four more million, three old bitches
Two new cars and still the same old crib
Four more million, three new bitches
Two old cars and still the same new crib
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Writer(s): Eduardo Guerrero
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