Yung Mal & Lil Quill - Laundry lyrics

So many racks up on me 'Cause that's what it ought to be I got a white b**h in my penthouse, n***a she do my laundry These percocets I'm on it I just poured up promethazine My neck got thirty pointers I'm just workin' my corners, uh Look at the dash, this sh** got two hundred on it I'm swervin' when I hit the express Louie V look just like chess, VVS all on my neck I just wanna bust down a plain jane with the baguettes Heard you flyin' public but we in the jet Came up in the trap where the k**ers be at For twenty-five hundred they wipin' your neck Get the f** outta here, no you not with the set You not with the set, you not with the gang Had to run up a check, now they speak on my name Keep it real 'til I die, this sh** run through my veins Promethazine, percocet for the pain Got your b**h at the spot, I drug dick in your main Rock a show in New York then I catch me a plane I'm in love with VS, put that sh** on my chain First n***a put the boogers on the plain I got racks up on me, 'cause that's what it ought to be I go to trial, I beat the case, n***a my lawyer talk for me I'm up like every morning, I'm tryna count a hundred G's Foreign b**h at my penthouse, she do my laundry So many racks up on me 'Cause that's what it ought to be I got a white b**h in my penthouse, n***a she do my laundry These percocets I'm on it I just poured up promethazine My neck got thirty pointers I'm just workin' my corners, uh Look at the dash, this sh** got two hundred on it I'm swervin' when I hit the express Louie V look just like chess, VVS all on my neck I just wanna bust down a plain jane with the baguettes Heard you flyin' public but we in the jet Came up in the trap where the k**ers be at For twenty-five hundred they wipin' your neck Get the f** outta here, no you not with the set Heard you flyin' public but we in the motherf**in' Lear Strapped with that stick, it gon' tear down a motherf**er's ear My n***a go to trial, no switchin' these motherf**in' gears I don't need no pen and pad, I'm straight out the ears [?] geeked up they be thinkin' he sippin' on beers Lil Marco record it but I'm finna go give [?] Don't know where your ho at but she finna come over here Toast up to success, hah, cheers All these racks I got I'm finna go to the lot and I'm finna buy that b**h out Look at all this gas I got Finna roll up a three-five and I'm finna go up on Live Ain't no cappin', b**h we cashin' out And me and brothers gon' ride, no we ain't gon' never collide I just pulled up at the f**in' lot And no I can't even decide, I'm just finna pull off and drive So many racks up on me 'Cause that's what it ought to be I got a white b**h in my penthouse, n***a she do my laundry These percocets I'm on it I just poured up promethazine My neck got thirty pointers I'm just workin' my corners, uh Look at the dash, this sh** got two hundred on it I'm swervin' when I hit the express Louie V look just like chess, VVS all on my neck I just wanna bust down a plain jane with the baguettes Heard you flyin' public but we in the jet Came up in the trap where the k**ers be at For twenty-five hundred they wipin' your neck Get the f** outta here, no you not with the set