[Intro]
[I got racks up in my pocket, racks up in my pocket
I got thots all in my phone calling me, b**h, stop it
Fourteen hundred for this belt, this ain't no damn Versace
Foe nem just got them racks, got them stacks, them stacks
Them rolls, them hoes, them clothes
Glo Gang, know how we rocking like cut off stocking keep kush in our pockets
[Hook]
I got racks up in my pocket, racks up in my pocket
I got thots all in my phone calling me, b**h stop it
Fourteen hundred for this belt, this ain't no damn Versace
And I'm smoking all this dope, my hobby getting money
I count money like a pro, you know that I done done it
Twenties, fifties, hundreds, b**h I'm stunting
Fifties, hundreds, twenties, oh my goodness
I need my money machine to count this lil' sh** for me
[Verse 1]
I be flexin' on n***as, just coolin'
I got my n***as, my money, my toolie
I got my car, my house and my j**elry
Yes, flexin' on n***as, I ain't worried
Smoking Tooka to the head
Come through shoot ya then you're dead
I'm getting money f** the feds
I'm Glo Gang, what is this?
That's my sh**, you lil' b**h
Let's get rich you lil' b**h
Get off my dick you lil' b**h
And go get you a brick
Smoking TuTu that's my opps man
So much damn TuTu where my car keys man?
Counting rolls like a boxer
You know that I (?)
[Hook]
[Verse 2]
Money machine go beep beep
Hop in my car skr skr skr
Dudu dudu dudu beep beep
All these f** boys wanna be me
His b**h let me f** cause I got racks
So I hit it like bang bang, skeet skeet
(?)
Money tatted on my mind yeah
30 tatted on my gun yeah
It's time to have fun yeah
His b**h say she wanna f** me
She really wanna f** my money
Thought that I ain't know
She thought that I was a dummy
Told her save that sh**
Baby you on that lame a** sh**
I don't play that sh**
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