(How many racks do you got in your)
How many racks do you got in your pocket
I was tryna dumb a lil' hoe for some paper
I put some lean on her body she sizzle
Coming outside with a couple of drakes
And I was out town when I lost my nigga
Ever since then I ain't go by that place
I been so down and a nigga couldn't feel it
I swear to god he don't want to switch place
And she finna go down in that jawn for that jigga
Try this lil' shit she get slapped in the face
She finna go down in the club for that nigga
I been tryna go cop me a tank
Niggas go cop em a couple of blocks
And ride around town like them niggas got rank
Momma know that ima jugg
For some money I jus want some cake
And I think that I'm misunderstood
Talkin 'bout ten boy you sounding cliche
And I might ride around in your hood
I ain't pulling no bitches I push
Ima bully a nigga like Suge
Swear to god I ain't catching a case
Spray the lil' bih with some mace
(Yea, Yea)
All black demon but ride with a saint
(Ride with the saint, Ride with the saint)
How many bands do you make
Told up my plug come and slide for this bake
F*ck this hoe I don't even need bae
Ain't chatting 'bout shit it ain't up for debate
K10 - $aINT Lyrics
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(How many racks do you got in your)
How many racks do you got in your pocket
I was tryna dumb a lil' hoe for some paper
I put some lean on her body she sizzle
Coming outside with a couple of drakes
And I was out town when I lost my nigga
Ever since then I ain't go by that place
I been so down and a nigga couldn't feel it
I swear to god he don't want to switch place
And she finna go down in that jawn for that jigga
Try this lil' shit she get slapped in the face
She finna go down in the club for that nigga
I been tryna go cop me a tank
Niggas go cop em a couple of blocks
And ride around town like them niggas got rank
Momma know that ima jugg
For some money I jus want some cake
And I think that I'm misunderstood
Talkin 'bout ten boy you sounding cliche
And I might ride around in your hood
I ain't pulling no bitches I push
Ima bully a nigga like Suge
Swear to god I ain't catching a case
Spray the lil' bih with some mace
(Yea, Yea)
All black demon but ride with a saint
(Ride with the saint, Ride with the saint)
How many bands do you make
Told up my plug come and slide for this bake
F*ck this hoe I don't even need bae
Ain't chatting 'bout shit it ain't up for debate
How many racks do you got in your pocket
I was tryna dumb a lil' hoe for some paper
I put some lean on her body she sizzle
Coming outside with a couple of drakes
And I was out town when I lost my nigga
Ever since then I ain't go by that place
I been so down and a nigga couldn't feel it
I swear to god he don't want to switch place
And she finna go down in that jawn for that jigga
Try this lil' shit she get slapped in the face
She finna go down in the club for that nigga
I been tryna go cop me a tank
Niggas go cop em a couple of blocks
And ride around town like them niggas got rank
Momma know that ima jugg
For some money I jus want some cake
And I think that I'm misunderstood
Talkin 'bout ten boy you sounding cliche
And I might ride around in your hood
I ain't pulling no bitches I push
Ima bully a nigga like Suge
Swear to god I ain't catching a case
Spray the lil' bih with some mace
(Yea, Yea)
All black demon but ride with a saint
(Ride with the saint, Ride with the saint)
How many bands do you make
Told up my plug come and slide for this bake
F*ck this hoe I don't even need bae
Ain't chatting 'bout shit it ain't up for debate
Writer: Seve’on Scott
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