Текст песни Lil Wayne - 60 Racks (feat. Jim Jones)

Tha Carter 4½
Жанр: Rap
Исполнитель: Lil Wayne
Альбом: Tha Carter 4½
Длительность: 03:37
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[Hook] I'm all about that motherfucking paper ho This song goes out to all my money making hoes 60 rackz in my pocket, 60 rackz in my jeans 60 rackz in my pocket top back when I lean I pull up in that motherfucking phantom ghost This song goes out to all my niggas getting dough 60 rackz in my pocket, 60 rackz in my jeans 60 rackz in my pocket top back when I lean [Verse 1 - Jim Jones] 60 racks thats no dough, mattes fact thats ho dough I made that when I transported, back in forth taking nodoze Rollex rose gold, my neck so cold She seen't that quarter chill V in black, quarter mill We don't shop at saveraux, 60 thou for the roll Drop top foreign flow, this is not affordable Wrist cold, caught the flu Cartier said quarter to She sucked my dick, swallowed it, my watch still said quarter to Dipset, young money, niggas know that that money grown Wanna talk to me, you better talk to me, from that pool deck of my summer home Can't hear you niggas? My summer home, pool deck with like a hundred on Who's a threat? got a pool net, and my jewels wet like a thunder storm [Hook] I'm all about that motherfucking paper ho This song goes out to all my money making hoes 60 rackz in my pocket, 60 rackz in my jeans 60 rackz in my pocket top back when I lean I pull up in that motherfucking phantom ghost This song goes out to all my niggas getting dough 60 rackz in my pocket, 60 rackz in my jeans 60 rackz in my pocket top back when I lean [Lil Wayne - Verse 2] Swear to god I go so hard they call me tunechi fuck em all Can't pack no guns so I pack a knife like that fuckin chuck doll I'm at your net like a shark on your ass like some draws I got 3 hoes with me, fuck I look like santa claus I got bad bitches all over me, real niggas that roll with me And we get off weight, and that one bitch from ? Got a pair of paints with 4 pockets, fifteen karat ? charm Do the math you mo fucka, I'm on my rob and leech blood Skating with my homies, talking shit smoking weed I oversee everything, niggas call me overseas Young moola mutha fucka, click clack boo ya mutha fucka 60 rackz in my pocket, try to jack and get bodied [Cam'ron - Verse 3] I got an ill gift, I'm real swift They be like damn, he still rich When I send my men in black listen none of them niggas is will smith I sell coke, I deal piff When I ride by in that black on black Ménage à trois with two Double D's Come to see thats racks on racks They ship it in, I give it to ya On the ground or in the air They drop it off They like lebron in the 4th quarter, I give it to ya I be me, you be you Apologies to groovie lou Sorry brah I ain't fuckin with mase Yea yea tell em you be cool Me I rep that Hud 6 I ain't even gon' play with em All that underwear for real You can fool wale and them The mac well thats black on black True fact I'm crack on tracks Play around, and ill lay you down 60 racks on yon yo cap nigga [Hook] I'm all about that motherfucking paper ho This song goes out to all my money making hoes 60 rackz in my pocket, 60 rackz in my jeans 60 rackz in my pocket top back when I lean I pull up in that motherfucking phantom ghost This song goes out to all my niggas getting dough 60 rackz in my pocket, 60 rackz in my jeans 60 rackz in my pocket top back when I lean
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