Jim Jones - 60 Rackz lyrics

You Know.... It's All About That Paper, n***as Ain't vampin Right... (Huuuuh) Lets Take It To The Streets.... 60 Rackz In My Pockets, (Where My Bottles At?) 60 Rackz In My Pockets, (Sound Good Don't It) 60 Rackz In My Jeans, Top Back When I Lean, I'm All About That Motherf**ing Paper Ho (Uhhh Huhh) This One Goes Out To All My Money Making Hoes (Uhhh Huhh) 60 Rackz In My Pocket, 60 Rackz In My Jeans (Uhhh Huhh) 60 Rackz Is My Profit Top Back When I Lean (Yes Sir) I Pull Up In That Motherf**ing Phantom Ghost (Uhhh Huhh) This One Goes Out To All My n***as Getting Dough (Uhhh Huhh) (To All My n***az Gettin' Dough You Know Whatz Up) 60 Rackz In My Pocket, 60 Rackz In My Jeans (Uhhh Huhh) (Rackz On Rackz) 60 Rackz Is My Profit Top Back When I Lean (Yes Sir) I Got My Top Back When I Lean, Got That In My Jeans Can't Believe I put 60 Rackz In The Pocket Of My Jeans Now That Glock Back In My Dreams, Make That Chop, Chopper Gona Scream Violating Will Catch Him Sleeping And Pop, Pop At Your Dreams Drop Black When I Cop That, You Only Got That In Your Dreams She s** My Dick And Then Swallow It, Put The co*k Back In My Jeans (Nasty) Blown Nose, Up In Room 7 Getting Top Back On That Beam Fred The Watch And Look Like It Is Just Got Back From Irene (Ahhh) Cops Trackin My Team Got That Glock Strapped In My Spleen (Bang) Rolling Dice And We Had To Stop Cause Them Cops Back On The Scene G'n Up When I Took The Bank And I Told Them 40 Was In It Double Park With That Engine Running And The Fly Shawty Was In It I'm All About That Motherf**ing Paper Ho (Uhhh Huuhh) This One Goes Out To All My Money Making Hoes (Uhhh Huuhh) 60 Rackz In My Pocket, 60 Rackz In My Jeans (Uhhh Huuhh) 60 Rackz Is My Profit Top Back When I Lean (Yes Sir) I Pull Up In That Motherf**ing Phantom Ghost (Uhhh Huuhh) This One Goes Out To All My n***as Getting Dough (Uhhh Huuhh) 60 Rackz In My Pocket, 60 Rackz In My Jeans (Uhhh Huuhh) 60 Rackz Is My Profit Top Back When I Lean (Yes Sir) I Say A Prayer And I'm On My Way Diamond's Clear Like A Good Day I Was Thinking Bout Miami, Took That Lear Out To L.A (West Side) I Don't Wear Marcella's All I Need's A Fresh Pair Jays (Crispy) Talk About Them Champions, Number 6 Nike Air Suede Ain't Nothing Changed But The Tail Number Million Dollar Bail Jumpers (Hahhh) Drop Top And We Packing Heat Cause Them n***as Know We k** Summers (Bang Bang) Jose` Be Stunting, Diamonds Look Like They Jumpin (Right) Grand Slamming These Hoes Man These n***as Out Here They Just Frontin' My Pockets Hold About 60, If I Rock Em' Know That They Crispy (Mean) Talking Dirty In Back The Club And we Both Left The Spot Pissy (Rozay) My Boyz Is All Trilly (n***a) I'm A Fly Boy, My Billy's, And My Protocol Yall Know I Ball, Cause I Buy Toys All Silly (n***a) I'm All About That Motherf**ing Paper Ho (Uhh Huh) This One Goes Out To All My Money Making Hoes (Uhh Huh) 60 Rackz In My Pocket, 60 Rackz In My Jeans (Uhh Huh) 60 Rackz Is My Profit Top Back When I Lean (Yes Sir) I Pull Up In That Motherf**ing Phantom Ghost (Uhh Huh) This One Goes Out To All My n***as Getting Dough (Uhh Huh) 60 Rackz In My Pocket, 60 Rackz In My Jeans (Uhh Huh) 60 Rackz Is My Profit Top Back When I Lean (Yes Sir)