young guap0 – 10 racks lyrics
money, money, money
10 racks
your girl she never going back
all foreign blacks
sorry i ain’t text you back
we flippin’ packs
we only smoking boof pack
we gettin cash
we only gettin’ big bags
10 racks
your girl she never going back
all foreign blacks
sorry i ain’t text you back
we flippin’ packs
we only smoking boof pack
we gettin cash
we only gettin’ big bags
one song went insane
then my clout doubled
side b+tch pullin’ up
she tryna get me in trouble
don’t rock wit me
boy you livin’ in a bubble
she in love wit me
she did not make it to subtle
yeah your girl she love me
hit it again tryna f+ck me
she wanna rock wit me?
i can not be her hubby
i’m just making this money
i’m just making this money, (money, money, money)
hit my line
no i never hit it twice
getting cash
if you see my neck
it’s ice
that’s your girl?
why you f+cking wit a treesh?
pull up rose
and i’m livin’ by the beach
got the bag
now they on me like a leach
sellin bricks
now i got the black bags
big stacks
i be countin’ up these racks
flippin’ packs
had to get up out the trap
on the way we next up
see my ice and i’m flexed up
on the way cause we boolin’
next up say im boomin’
b+tches see and they droolin
in the stu we cookin
guap0 we bookin’
got the mac put the clip in
yeah we bookin’
yeah we making all this cash
yeah she got a big
got a fat ass
me and doritos
we make this sh+t to fast
secure the bag
we gettin’ bags
10 racks
your girl she never going back
all foreign blacks
sorry i ain’t text you back
we flippin’ packs
we only smoking boof pack
we gettin cash
we only gettin’ big bags
10 racks
your girl she never going back
all foreign blacks
sorry i ain’t text you back
we flippin’ packs
we only smoking boof pack
we gettin cash
we only gettin’ big bags
(money, money, money)
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