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Hold on, hold on, alright 1017 Baby Racks, Baby Racks Baby Racks Racks Long money, ‘Wop I’m loaded, Baby Racks Loaded (Honcho on the beat) Go You trippin’, do it to ’em They said I couldn’t do it, but look, ma, I did it It’s Gucci They said I couldn’t do it, but look, ma, I did it They said I couldn’t do it, but look, ma, I did it (Yeah) Go (Go) I heard you broke, yeah, you trippin’ I made twenty thousand just sittin’ in the kitchen (Yeah) They said I couldn’t do it, but look, ma, I did it (Mama) My reefer be louder than three-fifty engines (Skrrt) These niggas had counted me out (Nah) Now they mention my name when they tryna gain clout (Ha) I don’t know what that’s ’bout I keep them bands in a drought (Bands), they comin’ in, comin’ out (Yeah) Letras de cancionesBitch, I look like I’m a dollar sign You don’t see that, then you colorblind, I get the money ahead of time These niggas green like a dandelion, play with my money, get penalized These niggas poppin’ on Facebook Live We used to go in on three-fives, I can go snatch my own P now (Woah) Your bitch get snatched like a rebound Don’t got no time for no handouts, I’m the one you shouldn’t play ’round I been a boss, this ain’t overnight (Yeah) High as a Delta flight, hundreds be older than Betty White Diamonds be shinin’ like city lights, playin’ with sticks like it’s Fisher-Price This shit get scary like poltergeist Baby Racks, yeah, that’s my copyright, pockets be fat, but my skinnies tight Say he want smoke, then it’s on sight, we just gon’ pop up with no invite Yeah, boy, you real funny like Peter Got stripes like Adidas, these niggas be singin’ like Keisha I need me a bitch just like Gina I’m selfish as fuck, I keep buyin’ two-seaters (Skrrt) I’ma just fuck on her, you can still keep her I’m just sellin’ dope like it’s legal, might just go get a white beamer Havin’ more spots than a cheetah, drop a deuce, that’s that Regeta I heard you broke, yeah, you trippin’ I made twenty thousand just sittin’ in the kitchen They said I couldn’t do it, but look, ma, I did it My reefer be louder than three-fifty engines (Skrrt) These niggas had counted me out Now they mention my name when they tryna gain clout (Yeah) I don’t know what that’s ’bout (Nah) I keep them bands in a drought, they comin’ in, comin’ out (Huh?) I’m so rich, can’t call me tickets, I pay up I used to trap out a room with the kayla (Skrrt) All in Las Vegas, way high to the haters (Ha) My office is tailored, big tippin’ the waiter (Wow) I’m comin’ trim, like it come with the Trina Out on the yacht with no shoes, rockin’ Lennon (Yeah) Industry niggas be actin’ like bitches Too feminine, I’d rather collab with women When I got on, I put folks in position I had a vision, started leadin’ the kitchen My hustle relentless, the purest intentions Woke up in some valley with no pickin’ fences (Damn) I can not stop ’til I run up a billion I’m tryna stack these Ms up to the ceilin’ (Damn) I’m at the top, but I come from the trenches Big Mama look down, be like, “Gucci, you did it” (Mama) I heard you broke, yeah, you trippin’ I made twenty thousand just sittin’ in the kitchen They said I couldn’t do it, but look, ma, I did it My reefer be louder than three-fifty engines (Skrrt) These niggas had counted me out Now they mention my name when they tryna gain clout I don’t know what that’s ’bout (Nah) I keep them bands in a drought, they comin’ in, comin’ out (Bands) My last bitch showed me that these hoes wasn’t nothin’ So I’ma just marry the money Me and Ben Franklin got somethin’ in common I might propose with a bag full of hundreds (Brr) Say he got Ps, well, I need me a dozen I might just go put ’em all in the oven Watch how them racks come back, lookin’ so lovely Money the only topic in discussions (Money) You know all my bitches exquisite (Bags) I’m tryna go get it, might just take your bitch to Spondivits (Yes) My pockets be looking like spinach (Yeah) All of my cars, they be tinted, so you can not see who in it (Nah) They tryna fuck up my image, bitch, I’m Pablo in the city (Yeah) I might just come with a fifty I cannot stop ’til I push up in Bentleys, Bentleys, Bentleys I heard you broke, yeah, you trippin’ I made twenty thousand just sittin’ in the kitchen (Yeah) They said I couldn’t do it, but look, ma, I did it (Mama) My reefer be louder than three-fifty engines (Skrrt) These niggas had counted me out (Nah) Now they mention my name when they tryna gain clout (Ha) I don’t know what that’s ’bout I keep them bands in a drought (Bands), they comin’ in, comin’ out (Yeah) From Letras Mania