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(Hoes would lovelife) Woah, woah (Tracy, Tracy) Woah, woah, woah (Tracy) These hoes is for everyone (Yeah) (We got a whole lot of drip) These hoes is for everyone, okay (Cash Molly) Yeah, let's go, let's go Okay, these hoes is for everyone Don't make a mistake tryna marry one (Ain't tryna marry one) Too much water, I escape from the aquarium Yeah, he bleed just like I bleed, so I ain't scared of him I be rockin' Dior when I take out the trash (When I take out the trash) I just walked out of Louis Vuitton, I need help carrying all of these bags (Okay) I'ma let you know the forecast (Okay) It's my motherfucking season and it's raining racks And niggas wanna be friends now Back in the day, tried to carry me (Yeah) Coolin' with a bad bitch now She throwing it back on the balcony (Woah) Big money with a big house Until you got that, don't be at-ing me (Don't be at-ing me) Yeah, boy, you living at your bitch house SongtexteDepending on her, that's a tragedy Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah I'm smokin' this dope, I'm zooted (I'm zooted, I'm zooted) Yeah, she walking around in my crib with no clothes I'm starting to think she a nudist (Starting to think she a nudist) Feel like Juice WRLD, okay All of my dreams are lucid Push to start, yeah, the keys are useless When I jump on the beat, I go stupid (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) And I'm just tryna put on for my city If it was my choice, all my dead friends would be with me (No cap) Gotta keep my head on straight (My head straight) And I created my own wave Hold up, I'ma let the beat talk Okay, these hoes is for everyone Don't make a mistake tryna marry one (Ain't tryna marry one) Too much water, I escape from the aquarium (Let's go, let's go) Yeah, he bleed just like I bleed, so I ain't scared of him I be rockin' Dior when I take out the trash (When I take out the trash) I just walked out of Louis Vuitton, I need help carrying all of these bags (Okay) I'ma let you know the forecast (Okay) It's my motherfucking season and it's raining racks Tatted on my body like a cholo, yeah Six hundred for my shoes and, yeah, they Yohji Yamamoto, yeah She hop on the dick and then she stumble, bend it slow-mo, yeah My life is a movie and your life is a photo Why this lil' nigga jockin' swag? I'm not tryna stay in the mix, I'm tryna stay inside my bag, yeah All that shit you talking need to stay inside your ass Put some shooters on his noggin, leave him stained up like some glass It's raining racks Woah, woah, woah, woah, it's raining racks Yeah, yeah, it's raining racks Woah, it's raining racks Yeah, yeah, yeah Raining racks Aus Songtexte Mania