Lyrics:
and benjamins
Ini, mini, miney, mo
I'm a throw these rackies on the finest hoes
If you a freak and want these dollars, you gone hit the floor
If you leaving with
Im on the twenty eight floor
At the nomad
I be getting that pack off so fast
I be getting them rackies so fast
She wanna fuck and suck me so bad
I be
to steal (That lil’ Demon had to steal)
Rackies on them rackies, best believe this shit legit (Best believe this shit legit)
If I’m shootin’, then you
know that i'm still choosing you, baby, even if you was a twin (identical twin)
I got rackies on rackies, i'm stuffin' my jeans and these muhfuckas Rick
Need no stylist
Bussin out the rackies in my pocket
Fuck a wallet
Got lil shawty makin bank deposits
That carbon
Early mornin trappin thru
Lawren harris
Going global
Chasing racky's up in tennis
Top floor up in paris
Poppin some many
I'm careless
Blunt that I'm rolling
Can't check your message
need something, it's just you
I fiend for cash, some of these niggas never got to ask
I took a loss up in the past, I let him get a pass
Racky-racky in
investing patiently waiting for my time to invite me
She ain't wanna be my baby, but she waiting for me she ain't good at this timing
Told me “Racky can you
on these racks
Count it up like one two three
Three, Three, Three, Yeah
How many rackies scored today
Three, Three, Three, Yeah
How many pints poured up
(Ha)
(Ha)
She don't take me serious
She sees the rackies coming in, now she get curious
Hold on
Had to tell her back up
I don't want no drama
Can't
And my bitch count bankroll
I got them rackies up my bitch count bankroll
Rackies up my bitch count bankroll
Yeah
I got them rackies up my bitch
on my business know I tend to it
I gotta bring the racky's out no rental-ing
I'm hygienic wit the gold told my dentist dental it
In my Comme Des Garçon
and Maddie
I hit 'em up I know that they some baddies
I got the bread that's rackies over rackies
She wan pull up she think I'm in a caddy
He wanna squash he
automatic yea
All up in yo
Club jumping
We just loving
You know nothing
Out in London
Making rackies
Popping pillies
Looking slimy
With my Nikes
I
pro dva majáky
Pro racky rozchechtaný
Blues modrejch okenic
Blues bílejch remorkérů
Mý slanobolný blues
Pro bílou riviéru
Zahrajte blankytný blues
Pro
Yeah, yeah, yeah yeah, woah, woah, woah
Woah, woah, woah, yeah, woah
Yeah, woah, yeah, woah
Rackies on me, how 'bout you?
New twin bitches, I need
just tryna go up
Rackies in the bank
I ain't tryna fold none
Scored up on some drank
This shit got me slowed up
Brody got a tank
Crash out in
right to the ceiling
Stackin' the rackies right up to the top
Fuck my old girl, that lil bitch is a bopper
I like to keep everything to myself, cuz half
uších buší
Snažím se nekřičet, racky křik ruší
Ryby a raci, čas nebo suši
Čas není přítel, čas není sluha
Tak nečekej marně, není šance druhá
Stacking all my rackys I'm a save her
No goodbye
Why, Inside my mind
Oh , Inside my mind
Woah, Inside my mind
Sorrows, Inside my mind
Sorrows , Inside my
es sein (whouu)
Ja, ich will die racky racky racks
Ich will sie gleich, mhmm
Bekomm was ich will und Hater platzen vor Neid
Fuck they talkin’ bout,
racky's on me
Designer rocker choppers in the corner (chopper, chopper)
I been tryna make it happen, full time father
Just tryna make it home
I cop
I been day dreaming for too long
On a rooftop
Thinking I’ll see you but I don’t
(But I don’t)
(X2)
Who do you leave me alone?
What’s these Rackies
no bag
You could be the middleman
Don't fuck with no Patrick
You a Patrick if you cappin'
Thought you said you had them rackies"
He go to the safe
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