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Tax, tax, tax, tax (He get) Tax, tax, tax, tax (He get) Tax, tax, tax, tax (He get) Tax, tax, tax, tax I had to double the racks The FN it cost bout a sack My brother just flew down a pack I did had to tell 'em relax I did had to take out packs I did had to buy out the max And no I don't have any tats I did had to come with the hat Uh huh, let me get that check Uh huh, let me get that rent Uh huh, let me break yo' neck Uh huh, let me get that cahh Count money to the ceiling Shawty she catching the feelings Just like a book I'm am reading Shawty looking appealing All in my bag, hussle Me and my cash, couples SongtexteMe and racks double Heard they watching me just like hudl And I'm sharing my chips like it's ruffles That boy wanna be me, talking bumble He gon' wet on the street like a puddle Just like wukong I stay in the jungle I don't think they like me Heard they wanna fight me I be rocking Nike I heard he rapping on my type beats I feel like Gucci cause I might be Movie I'm Spike Lee Inna a cut in the trap in a white tee This Cochise ain't doing biting While you in the trap, I'm in the store I'm in the racks, I make it pour Want a umbrella from Christian Dior No I don't wanna go to any tour God on my side and he blessing me more Stick em up, we about to rob in the store It don't even matter if you rich or you poor I don't wanna hear a word, put ya hands on the floor They tryna know where I get that I can not say where I get that Walk around holding them big sacks Yeah I walk round holding the big racks That's my style, need my lil' fit back I need healing I bought me a stimpak I might blow on the beat like a Semtex Ya government cheese I want a house in the keys I want a car with no keys I had to pray on my knees God on my side never leave Aus Songtexte Mania