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Ran up the racks, I don't know what to say
Tell them lil' bitches to get out my face
Honestly, I don't know how much I made, yeah
Okay, ran up the racks, they can't fit in the safe
They be wondering how much I made (Zerby)
Honestly, I don't know what to say

Okay, ran up the racks, they can't fit in the safe
They be wondering how much I make
Honestly I don't know what to say, yeah
No kizzy, run up the racks, I'ma get to the pape
F*ck what a broke bitch gotta say
Tell that lil' bitch to just get out my way, yeah
Okay, ran up the racks, they can't fit in the safe
They be wondering how much I make
Honestly I don't know what to say, yeah
No kizzy, run up the racks, I'ma get to the pape
F*ck what a broke bitch gotta say
Tell that lil' bitch to just get out my way, yeah

Late night, riding 'round
Going fast in a Demon (skrrt)
Niggas hating, for nothin' (oh yeah)
Better yet, give a reason (let's go)
I start tweakin', get to geekin' (mhmm)
I got flavors, every season (mhmm)
New Balenci, you ain't seen it
Why he lying? Don't believe him (ayy)
We gon' go up like a airplane
We can go down, we can get low (we can get low)
She in my house tryna play games (play games)
In my room doing the limbo (limbo)
Let me see what you 'bout, what you came for
Take her ass in the room, knock her out, Kimbo (Kimbo)
I'ma give her that thang when she didn't know (when she didn't know)
You ain't never met a nigga like this before

Rockstar with a rockstar wrist
Niggas mad they can't do it like this
Super muddy, it's Wock, not Tris
I'ma ball, when I shoot, I swish
I don't ever think I'm gon' miss it
Niggas broke, need to get 'em some chicken
F*ck he talking bout', nigga he trippin'
I don't care, tell him, 'Keep his distance'

Okay, ran up the racks, they can't fit in the safe
They be wondering how much I make
Honestly I don't know what to say, yeah
No kizzy, run up the racks, I'ma get to the pape
F*ck what a broke bitch gotta say
Tell that lil' bitch to just get out my way, yeah
Okay, ran up the racks, they can't fit in the safe
They be wondering how much I make
Honestly I don't know what to say, yeah
No kizzy, run up the racks, I'ma get to the pape
F*ck what a broke bitch gotta say
Tell that lil' bitch to just get out my way, yeah

Jump up, dive in
Go crazy, get to floatin'
Feel the vibe, feel the breeze
Get the bag, yeah I'm loafing
You gotta but the work in, you wanna be the boss
I don't care what the cost, I'ma pay it off
I've been walkin' 'round this bitch like a big dog
I don't care what they say, don't fear y'all
She gotta step in the back
Go to bathroom, put the shit in her nose, yeah
I'm getting money fosho
I'm flying to islands, I'm buying these clothes, yeah
I do not care 'bout a bitch
Get to that bag, I'ma say what I know, yeah
I do not speak on that shit
Niggas be worst, spreading rumors like hoes, yeah

Okay, ran up the racks, they can't fit in the safe
They be wondering how much I make
Honestly I don't know what to say, yeah
No kizzy, run up the racks, I'ma get to the pape
F*ck what a broke bitch gotta say
Tell that lil' bitch to just get out my way, yeah
Okay, ran up the racks, they can't fit in the safe
They be wondering how much I make
Honestly I don't know what to say, yeah
No kizzy, run up the racks, I'ma get to the pape
F*ck what a broke bitch gotta say
Tell that lil' bitch to just get out my way, yeah
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