letra de racks - yung serenity
i′m in love wit the money
i’m in love wit the paper
i′m in love with my gun
it’ll turn yo ass to vapor
(woah)
turn yo ass to smoke
spazz on the beat i’m on go
i′m kickin it with yo hoe
i took yo b-tch you took my flow
you took my style, took my clothes
got on vetements f-ck you know?
i get high as f-ck but don′t do coke
you still wearing all black you is a clone
but not gon lie i still rock all black
but my fits fire and yo fit is ass
i got balenci all on the tracks
i’m making the money i′m getting the racks
call up the plug, where is he at?
can’t f-ck with these n-ggas these n-ggas be rats
can′t f-ck with these b-tches these b-tches be brats
but i’ll slay that hoe if that b-tch yea she bad
i think i had enough
these n-ggas sippin soda, b-tch its red in my cup
i ain′t even got to bluff
i think you n-ggas like to cap
you ain’t live the life that you live in your raps
i got your girl sending me purple snaps
and if she is bad then i double back
it’s a f-cked up world she gon double snap, she gon double text
i still ain′t reply but she got the message
only give you a chance if you is impressive
she ain′t want me then but i bet she want me now
i got all this cash got these n-ggas asking “how?”
scrolling through my dm’s seen “i wish my man had your style”
i ain′t been broke in a while, but i been broken for a while
call up the troops they move on my demand
i’m finna spend me a grand on sum pants
i′m finna get high but not from no xanxs
i’m finna get fly balenci my pants
balenci my shoes, balenci my hands
i think balenci is my favorite brand
i love my tracks, i love my bands
double b on the belt and the pants
double b on the shades it get hot as a pan
i get so high i get high as i can
i get so fly got the jeans from j-pan
i′m one of one yea i think i’m the man
i know i’m the sh-t, yea i got the plan
i could drop 10k but i know that you can′t
imma blow up so fast i′m the bomb like iran
if i’m a ferrari then you a sedan
i′m in love wit the money
i’m in love wit the paper
i′m in love with my gun
it’ll turn yo ass to vapor
(woah)
turn yo ass to smoke
spazz on the beat i′m on go
i’m kickin it with yo hoe
i took yo b-tch you took my flow
you took my style, took my clothes
got on vetements f-ck you know?
i get high as f-ck but don’t do coke
you still wearing all black you is a clone
but not gon lie i still rock all black
but my fits fire and yo fit is ass
i got balenci all on the tracks
i′m making the money i′m getting the racks
(i’m making the money i′m getting the racks)
(i’m making the money i get to the cash)
(i get the racks, i get to the, get to the bag)
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