Racks in the bags in the trunk
Nigga I'm too rich to give a f*ck
Grab some top shelf and roll it up
Really too much just ain't enough
Really I'm too rich to f*ck that bitch
I ain't too rich to let her suck me up
I touch six digits every month
Tell that broke ass bitch to add it up
I just dropped your mortgage in my cup
Bitch this shit ain't happen on no luck
Bitch this shit ain't happen over night
I'm in first class, takin' red eye f*ckin' flights
Yeah bitch, smokin' on that jet, I got red eyes
Tell me have you ever smoked some kush on private flight
I could tell you one thing, bitch I'm high off f*ckin' life
Yeah bitch, drop a f*ckin' deuce into that sprite
Yeah bitch, shit get crazy, get too close to mine
Yeah bitch, sometimes I feel like I lost my mind
Double triple, double triple, double triple, double
Walk round wit a bag, yeah you know I made it double
I might curve that bitch, just because I want the trouble
Double double double double double double trouble
I just f*cked some twins, yeah you know they double trouble
We be in the field, like them boys thats in the huddle
You could f*ck wit me, you must be smokin' barney rubble
Bitch, run off wit the pack, you tryna run into some trouble
For now I put them
Racks in the bags in the trunk
Nigga I'm too rich to give a f*ck
Grab some top shelf and roll it up
Really too much just ain't enough
Really I'm too rich to f*ck that bitch
I ain't too rich to let her suck me up
I touch six digits every month
Tell that broke ass bitch to add it up
I'm a lion, I'm a beast
From the streets, where bullets touch kids like a priest
That's yo niece, capeesh
Niggas shootin' shots westside to over east
You don't own that car, muhf*cka that's a lease
Spent 300 on a chain, I ain't Lil Reese
My earrings on shessh, Nigga geesh
Dropped another 200 on a watch and piece
Nigga this yo rent on a Balmain tee
My pockets on the klumps, My money tryna feast
Mozzarella wit the cheese, that shawty on her knees
Tryna eat a nigga up, for a pair of Louie V's
Racks in the bags in the trunk
Nigga I'm too rich to give a f*ck
Grab some top shelf and roll it up
Really too much just ain't enough
Really I'm too rich to f*ck that bitch
I ain't too rich to let her suck me up
I touch six digits every month
Tell that broke ass bitch to add it up
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Racks in the bags in the trunk
Nigga I'm too rich to give a f*ck
Grab some top shelf and roll it up
Really too much just ain't enough
Really I'm too rich to f*ck that bitch
I ain't too rich to let her suck me up
I touch six digits every month
Tell that broke ass bitch to add it up
I just dropped your mortgage in my cup
Bitch this shit ain't happen on no luck
Bitch this shit ain't happen over night
I'm in first class, takin' red eye f*ckin' flights
Yeah bitch, smokin' on that jet, I got red eyes
Tell me have you ever smoked some kush on private flight
I could tell you one thing, bitch I'm high off f*ckin' life
Yeah bitch, drop a f*ckin' deuce into that sprite
Yeah bitch, shit get crazy, get too close to mine
Yeah bitch, sometimes I feel like I lost my mind
Double triple, double triple, double triple, double
Walk round wit a bag, yeah you know I made it double
I might curve that bitch, just because I want the trouble
Double double double double double double trouble
I just f*cked some twins, yeah you know they double trouble
We be in the field, like them boys thats in the huddle
You could f*ck wit me, you must be smokin' barney rubble
Bitch, run off wit the pack, you tryna run into some trouble
For now I put them
Racks in the bags in the trunk
Nigga I'm too rich to give a f*ck
Grab some top shelf and roll it up
Really too much just ain't enough
Really I'm too rich to f*ck that bitch
I ain't too rich to let her suck me up
I touch six digits every month
Tell that broke ass bitch to add it up
I'm a lion, I'm a beast
From the streets, where bullets touch kids like a priest
That's yo niece, capeesh
Niggas shootin' shots westside to over east
You don't own that car, muhf*cka that's a lease
Spent 300 on a chain, I ain't Lil Reese
My earrings on shessh, Nigga geesh
Dropped another 200 on a watch and piece
Nigga this yo rent on a Balmain tee
My pockets on the klumps, My money tryna feast
Mozzarella wit the cheese, that shawty on her knees
Tryna eat a nigga up, for a pair of Louie V's
Racks in the bags in the trunk
Nigga I'm too rich to give a f*ck
Grab some top shelf and roll it up
Really too much just ain't enough
Really I'm too rich to f*ck that bitch
I ain't too rich to let her suck me up
I touch six digits every month
Tell that broke ass bitch to add it up
Nigga I'm too rich to give a f*ck
Grab some top shelf and roll it up
Really too much just ain't enough
Really I'm too rich to f*ck that bitch
I ain't too rich to let her suck me up
I touch six digits every month
Tell that broke ass bitch to add it up
I just dropped your mortgage in my cup
Bitch this shit ain't happen on no luck
Bitch this shit ain't happen over night
I'm in first class, takin' red eye f*ckin' flights
Yeah bitch, smokin' on that jet, I got red eyes
Tell me have you ever smoked some kush on private flight
I could tell you one thing, bitch I'm high off f*ckin' life
Yeah bitch, drop a f*ckin' deuce into that sprite
Yeah bitch, shit get crazy, get too close to mine
Yeah bitch, sometimes I feel like I lost my mind
Double triple, double triple, double triple, double
Walk round wit a bag, yeah you know I made it double
I might curve that bitch, just because I want the trouble
Double double double double double double trouble
I just f*cked some twins, yeah you know they double trouble
We be in the field, like them boys thats in the huddle
You could f*ck wit me, you must be smokin' barney rubble
Bitch, run off wit the pack, you tryna run into some trouble
For now I put them
Racks in the bags in the trunk
Nigga I'm too rich to give a f*ck
Grab some top shelf and roll it up
Really too much just ain't enough
Really I'm too rich to f*ck that bitch
I ain't too rich to let her suck me up
I touch six digits every month
Tell that broke ass bitch to add it up
I'm a lion, I'm a beast
From the streets, where bullets touch kids like a priest
That's yo niece, capeesh
Niggas shootin' shots westside to over east
You don't own that car, muhf*cka that's a lease
Spent 300 on a chain, I ain't Lil Reese
My earrings on shessh, Nigga geesh
Dropped another 200 on a watch and piece
Nigga this yo rent on a Balmain tee
My pockets on the klumps, My money tryna feast
Mozzarella wit the cheese, that shawty on her knees
Tryna eat a nigga up, for a pair of Louie V's
Racks in the bags in the trunk
Nigga I'm too rich to give a f*ck
Grab some top shelf and roll it up
Really too much just ain't enough
Really I'm too rich to f*ck that bitch
I ain't too rich to let her suck me up
I touch six digits every month
Tell that broke ass bitch to add it up
Writer: Lamar Bridges, Kevin Davis
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid