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(I just told Richie we rich) Too many racks in the bank I got the stick, no shank Run up on me, get hit, you playing I sprint to that money, I feel like Usian Too many hoes, every city we go Got some old money, think it's growin' mold (Bitch) Treat an opp like an Audi, give him four holes Baby girl, I'm sorry I can't fuck wit' you, you acting like the paparazzi But say she got some fire head, I saved her name as lil' Taki All my niggas slime, they'll do your ass sheisty D4L, yeah, yeah, in my white tee, but it's Prada (In my white tee) I get coke by the load, they get nada (They ain't got it) Your hoe see me, wanna talk, but guarantee she gon' faint Black and gold diamonds like I'm playing for the Saints Blue and green racks on me Your girl wanna ball, she say that you cheap I cannot relate, keep that broke shit away from me I brought a new XD Make the opps fall like leaves on the tree I walk in the bank, they notice me They sayin' my name, nobody heard of you, these niggas want clout I be high as fuck, I'm sittin' on the clouds SongtexteThese niggas wan' draw I bet that stick calm 'em down I see your hoe, you know she gettin' piped down I'm from Charlotte, I throw foes out of town Too many racks in the bank I got the stick, no shank Run up on me, get hit, you playing I sprint to that money, I feel like Usian Too many hoes, every city we go Got some old money, think it's growin' mold (Bitch) Treat an opp like an Audi, give him four holes Baby girl, I'm sorry I can't fuck wit' you, you acting like the paparazzi But say she got some fire head, I saved her name as lil' Taki Aus Songtexte Mania