(Now i'm ready)
Bust down, bust down wrist what I cop when I blow up
Bitch wanna f*ck on my body but I do not know her
Nigga wanna talk on my body but never gonna show up (No)
Talk about life,
Yeah this shit R-rated
R-rated, R-rated
Counting racks all day (Racks)
All day, yeah, all day
Yeah, yeah, all day
Bitch left me, I know she sorry
Bitch left me, on God I know she sorry (I know she sorry)
Stacking them blues all day, like I won the lottery (yeah)
Back then I ain't have no gang, now I been mobbing (yeah, on gang)
I've been X all day, a nigga ain't stopping (No)
Nigga come get your bae, bitch tryna top on me (Yeah)
Blunt on me I'm boutta face, the reason I'm coughing
I ain't got nothing to say, this shit boutta talk for me
Take what I want from the bank and then I'm gone
Just hit saks with the gang, hell yeah we in our zone (In our zone)
I'm in school, walk the hall they sing my song (They sing my song)
Don't want sex, yeah bitch you fine I want some dome (I want some dome)
Talk about life,
Yeah this shit R-rated
R-rated, R-rated
Counting racks all day
All day, yeah, all day
Yeah, yeah, all day
(Racks up, racks up, racks up, I'm like the ATM)
(Spent 500, got out the ATM)
(Wanna go slide, time to go get a m)
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(Now i'm ready)
Bust down, bust down wrist what I cop when I blow up
Bitch wanna f*ck on my body but I do not know her
Nigga wanna talk on my body but never gonna show up (No)
Talk about life,
Yeah this shit R-rated
R-rated, R-rated
Counting racks all day (Racks)
All day, yeah, all day
Yeah, yeah, all day
Bitch left me, I know she sorry
Bitch left me, on God I know she sorry (I know she sorry)
Stacking them blues all day, like I won the lottery (yeah)
Back then I ain't have no gang, now I been mobbing (yeah, on gang)
I've been X all day, a nigga ain't stopping (No)
Nigga come get your bae, bitch tryna top on me (Yeah)
Blunt on me I'm boutta face, the reason I'm coughing
I ain't got nothing to say, this shit boutta talk for me
Take what I want from the bank and then I'm gone
Just hit saks with the gang, hell yeah we in our zone (In our zone)
I'm in school, walk the hall they sing my song (They sing my song)
Don't want sex, yeah bitch you fine I want some dome (I want some dome)
Talk about life,
Yeah this shit R-rated
R-rated, R-rated
Counting racks all day
All day, yeah, all day
Yeah, yeah, all day
(Racks up, racks up, racks up, I'm like the ATM)
(Spent 500, got out the ATM)
(Wanna go slide, time to go get a m)
Bust down, bust down wrist what I cop when I blow up
Bitch wanna f*ck on my body but I do not know her
Nigga wanna talk on my body but never gonna show up (No)
Talk about life,
Yeah this shit R-rated
R-rated, R-rated
Counting racks all day (Racks)
All day, yeah, all day
Yeah, yeah, all day
Bitch left me, I know she sorry
Bitch left me, on God I know she sorry (I know she sorry)
Stacking them blues all day, like I won the lottery (yeah)
Back then I ain't have no gang, now I been mobbing (yeah, on gang)
I've been X all day, a nigga ain't stopping (No)
Nigga come get your bae, bitch tryna top on me (Yeah)
Blunt on me I'm boutta face, the reason I'm coughing
I ain't got nothing to say, this shit boutta talk for me
Take what I want from the bank and then I'm gone
Just hit saks with the gang, hell yeah we in our zone (In our zone)
I'm in school, walk the hall they sing my song (They sing my song)
Don't want sex, yeah bitch you fine I want some dome (I want some dome)
Talk about life,
Yeah this shit R-rated
R-rated, R-rated
Counting racks all day
All day, yeah, all day
Yeah, yeah, all day
(Racks up, racks up, racks up, I'm like the ATM)
(Spent 500, got out the ATM)
(Wanna go slide, time to go get a m)
Writer: Robert Moran
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid