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Yeah, yeah Brrr Yeah, yeah And these racks ain't stopping, got these bitches falling out of my pocket, huh Lil' bitch, I'm popping, know a couple niggas wanna pop me, huh Got some niggas wanna copy, left wrist went Van Cleef popping, huh You sitting on your ass, lil' baby, I'ma take her shopping, huh In the back of the Rolls truck, I'm nodding off Let's get it on, pussy nigga, let's play ball Free my niggas from them shackles, fuck the law Free Sosa, yeah, he short, but this money tall Colorblind when it's not the money Slime his ass like his nose runny Nigga, wake up and get the money Nigga, wake up and smoke the finest With thе freaks, I'ma keep it a hundred Nigga, all of my diamonds stunning She gon' еat me up until the morning I used to be broke, I was too bummy Chew them Percs just like some gummies Have my nigga run you down, get to gunning, yeah Wrap it up just like a mummy I'm a millionaire, dummy I'm off of that white with them snow bunnies SongtexteHis pockets so crummy She hop on that dick and get to jumping I'ma have my nigga slap him, shell cases get to dumping Bullets flying everywhere, we gon' put him in the air Stack my money, need some stairs, 'cause this shit get overwhelming And these niggas keep on telling, that's why we gon' leave him smelling And these racks ain't stopping, got these bitches falling out of my pocket, huh Lil' bitch, I'm popping, know a couple niggas wanna pop me, huh Got some niggas wanna copy, left wrist went Van Cleef popping, huh You sitting on your ass, lil' baby, I'ma take her shopping, huh YSL on my denim, stuff them racks up in Came through this bitch trim than a fucking lambchop, yeah We gon' handle the smoke, pussy, we don't call cops Came through bitch in a double M, a drop-drop God made me a millionaire, praise to Allah I'm in Magic City throwing racks at these strippers Free all my niggas and kill all the snitches I'm the one investing in all my killers Mask off, his last fight was his killer Hang around felons and drug dealers Fighting my case with these fuck niggas Watch out for snakes, I don't trust niggas When I flash out, just wanna bust, nigga Turn his ass into some dust, nigga Red key, I'm in track mode When I'm in the back, I'm in relax mode Sipping out of champagne flutes with a black ho Tryna fuck your mama, I'm in that mode Pockets full just like a fat ho And these racks ain't stopping, got these bitches falling out of my pocket, huh Lil' bitch, I'm popping, know a couple niggas wanna pop me, huh Got some niggas wanna copy, left wrist went Van Cleef popping, huh You sitting on your ass, lil' baby, I'ma take her shopping, huh (Ayy, Geo got them bands, huh?) Aus Songtexte Mania