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Hey! Soon as the rackies come in I be countin' it up Everyday thanking god that a nigga got on with the team Imma go to the bank take out something to fill up my jeans Bitch I'm a hustler that's in my genes I'm talking money so what do you mean I hear all the hate, but I don't be giving a damn, too high off the lean Say you got the bands, say you got the green, nigga in yo dreams That bitch wanna fuck me now, kicking her out, can't get some lean Jump in the 'Rari and I'm out, the engine so loud it's leaving a stink Imma leave it in her mouth, baby sit there she be swallow [?] Get the money in and out, like I'm flipping burgers I wanted some cheese You gotta get this on cam, diamonds flashing like I told them say cheese We still run up in your house, if you got it then I need [?] Rocks on my neck like boulders Stop with the flex you bogus Drop like a three in my soda I'm ballin' shootin' threes from the corner I remember used to be on the corner Give me brain 'til I be in a coma Give me brain like degrees I don't wanna Pinky ring full of grease and it's froze up All this money I can't trust, came from the dust, get the bag, that's a must No more Aces so we fucking up Lust SongtexteYou ain't talking cash, just keep it on hush I'm in that big body, I was just on that bus Yo bitch prolly wanna hop in with us Yeah we eatin', niggas having yo lunch She be eatin' like my nigga Cap'n Crunch Diamonds weaving and they packin' a punch My life a action movie, I be havin' to stunt My shoes bloody like I'm stabbin' it up Carats on me like a rabbit and stuff If I pull up on her with all this designer, then I bet she falling in love I woke up and got a whole lot of commas I think I might [?] Soon as the rackies come in I be countin' it up Everyday thanking god that a nigga got on with the team Imma go to the bank take out something to fill up my jeans Bitch I'm a hustler that's in my genes I'm talking money so what do you mean I hear all the hate, but I don't be giving a damn, too high off the lean Say you got the bands, say you got the green, nigga in yo dreams That bitch wanna fuck me now, kicking her out, can't get some lean Jump in the 'Rari and I'm out, the engine so loud it's leaving a stink You ain't ever trap push, no way Diamonds on my chain hold mo' weight Moving with the strap it's on aim Prada with the straps like its 08 I just want the brain she a throwaway Blunt full of gas it's propane Sip on the lean feel no pain I won't switch on the gang it's no way Gotta get it out cause you do nothing Got a headache the [?] is busting And they won't come around 'til you buzzing When the cameras come on they start frontin' Shorty doing tricks, she stuntin But she always making a scene Imma cut it up, making the league I been working, I done made me some green I gotta flex like I'm working out If you talking money we'll work it out Don't need no wallet, its big amounts 'Member my pockets was in a drought She told me she want it in her mouth These niggas burgers like In-N-Out We was hitting stains, like you in or out? If I make it rain, she could get a house They could feel the pain, I hop in the booth just to get it out I get it all off the muscle You better learn how to hustle NIggas gon' waste yo time, tryna throw shots, so why would I trust you Livin' too fast, I'm getting the bag, and making it go Soon as the rackies come in I be countin' it up Everyday thanking god that a nigga got on with the team Imma go to the bank take out something to fill up my jeans Bitch I'm a hustler that's in my genes I'm talking money so what do you mean I hear all the hate, but I don't be giving a damn, too high off the lean Say you got the bands, say you got the green, nigga in yo dreams That bitch wanna fuck me now, kicking her out, can't get some lean Jump in the 'Rari and I'm out, the engine so loud it's leaving a stink Aus Songtexte Mania