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You know it's Lil Voe on the beat I was so far at the bottom Nigga couldn't even see the top Now I'm so motherfuckin' up I'm afraid to fuckin' drop Woo, woo, I'm afraid to fuckin' stop Woo, woo, woo, yeah Money all on these Balmains I got all of these racks on me I can afford to blow a bag I got all of these racks on me I can run it up and fuck it up I got all of these racks on me I just cheated on my main bitch But my side comin' back to me I'm ballin' on these broke niggas Check the highlights on Sports Center I'm Michael Jordan on the court, nigga Scottie Pippen, that's my lil nigga Shoot the threes like Reggie Miller Sell the cookies by the pound, nigga Smoke the gas by the ounce, nigga Roll it up and burn it down, nigga I'm gettin' head in a private flight SongtexteI might just fly to Dubai tonight I might fly to Tokyo tomorrow Just to drift in a foreign car I'm on them bars and I'm dozin' off I had to wake up and count it up When the money call I pick it up If it ain't 'bout money, bitch I'm hangin' up Broke niggas get the dial tone Thot hoes get wild on Got a quater million worth of jewelry on me Lookin' like I got headlights on me I'm in that demon, no Hellcat And I done make it through hell and back Now a young nigga got hella racks And I fuck on your bitch for the hell of it Money all on these Balmains I got all of these racks on me I can afford to blow a bag I got all of these racks on me I can run it up and fuck it up I got all of these racks on me I just cheated on my main bitch But my side comin' back to me Givinchy, Givenchy, whatever you call it Drip down to my [?] Somebody left on the frozen We gon' shop, we don't drip out the closet No withdrawals, only makin' deposits I'ma run to the money like Forest Hit the lot, I'ma buy me a foreign I done got big, got me feelin' important Pockets fat like [?] from orbit I took flight to the top, now I'm soarin' I might buy me a car when I'm bored I'ma buy everything I couldn't afford I'm ballin' on niggas who keepin' the score I don't give a damn about gettin' rewards I'ma make sure that I put up the point They didn't believe when I said I'm the one Put up a twenty, I'm [?] for my son Fight like a man, we gon' shoot, we don't run I let the bros hit the road with a gun Yeah, whole lotta racks on me She mad 'cause she can't get a piece All a nigga wear Amiri jeans And a nigga livin' out his dreams Money all on these Balmains I got all of these racks on me I can afford to blow a bag I got all of these racks on me I can run it up and fuck it up I got all of these racks on me I just cheated on my main bitch But my side comin' back to me I got a fetish for horses Polos and Ferraris And I just copped an Aston Martin Push button, I can start it I ain't even gotta park it Swear I'm goin' dumb, retarded Swear I'm goin' HAM in the trap Serve a nigga brick with the strap Finesse his ass, no cap Water diamonds, no tap They know that I'm paid They know that I'm good They know that I'm strait I'm cookin' an eight I'm boomin' a spot I don't work in a base The racks in the safe The steak on my plate I'm on my way Money all on these Balmains I got all of these racks on me I can afford to blow a bag I got all of these racks on me I can run it up and fuck it up I got all of these racks on me I just cheated on my main bitch But my side comin' back to me Aus Songtexte Mania