kyle mack & xerox - racing lyrics
chorus
for this this money b+tch i’m racing, no contemplating
could give a f+ck where n+ggas place me
i’m bout the check you about the ratings
spent my whole life waiting now it’s f+ck it
if i want that sh+t then imma take it i ain’t bluffin
like the regans’ how i shuffle hunnids
like it’s nothing
first verse: xerox
ain’t no favors and if you owe me cash it’s no discussion
counting money with the bread winners i got bets up on the third round
i’m the first one up out the gate soon as n+ggas here the gun sound
young n+gga never played with it if it’s beef then i fillet with it
and you only gotta try me once pressing shirts like a stain in it
still catch me in a’s fitted, hittin plays in it, ruth babe wit it
you ain’t ever made a boss move being honest boy ya game ridget
sneaking dissing when i’m not around hit me up i got the same digits
you ain’t cut from the same cloth me blaze had the same feeling
tell me how you really feel a lotta n+ggas yea they type tough
till you see em in the field now a n+gga don’t talk much
opinions never paid a bill i work for it i ain’t got luck
woke up feeling like a mill ya girl seen me now she starstruck
chorus
for this this money b+tch i’m racing, no contemplating
could give a f+ck where n+ggas place me
i’m bout the check you about the ratings
spent my whole life waiting now it’s f+ck it
if i want that sh+t then imma take it i ain’t bluffin
like the regans’ how i shuffle hunnids
like it’s nothing
second verse: kyle mack
running to the money, running to the money
you would think i’m on a campaign
watch how i weather the rain, you don’t know pain, just how to chardonnay
i’m all about my young money, my cash money like lil wayne
feeling stuck in this rust bucket, i’m tired of making this chump change
aye, told my mummy
when it come to money, only god can judge me
if you owe me money, run my money like in cross country
don’t play with my dough, like an episode of gumby
i ain’t playing cat and mouse, tom & jerry on a sunday, aye
might go pachino for dinero
soprano for my carlito
tarentino for casino
man i’m fed up, need that feta
mozzarella & that cheddar
you don’t really wana upset a good fella do ya
dream
chorus
for this this money b+tch i’m racing, no contemplating
could give a f+ck where n+ggas place me
i’m bout the check you about the ratings
spent my whole life waiting now it’s f+ck it
if i want that sh+t then imma take it i ain’t bluffin
like the regans’ how i shuffle hunnids
like it’s nothing
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