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Hold on, woah More racks in and my wallet can’t fold (Yeah) Big ole' check, iced out VV's and background gold (Woah) My stocking coal, no tour dates set, already sold out shows (Woah) Only make heat, beat got a fever, think it catching a cold (Yeah) Pull up to my city Everybody with it Beat your ass up like Popeye with his spinach Cap posting, play no minutes Fronting like you meant it (Yeah, yeah) JV beat you in a scrimmage Came out the tunnel city calling my name Just passed go you know my game Chain glow, woah from Johnny Dang (Yeah) This all y’all do I don’t take it serious I’m still better than you Better go cap your rent is due Sold your soul I’m still sitting in a pew Turn my wrist it changing hues Um, woah Can’t f*ck with ranch only blue cheese I got your bitch on her knees Private ain’t gotta pay fees (What, yeah) Y’all bugging, flies through the screen (Um, yeah) Better boogie, your chest that’s a beam (Um, yeah) Double cup, no lean just Faygo Creme (Um, woah) Five star, can’t even read the cuisine (Um, yeah) Breaking the mattress Check my status Rose gold Patek My outfit Atlantis I go hard I’m hanging up banners Pull up and dip like my name was Tanner Bag Valentino Catchy lingo Leashed up dingo Ain’t even drop a single Petticure for the pink-toe Five hits that’s cinco Put 'em in a row that’s bingo Hol' on, woah Hold on, woah More racks in and my wallet can’t fold (Yeah) Big ole' check, iced out VV's and background gold (Woah) My stocking coal, no tour dates set, already sold out shows (Woah) Only make heat, beat got a fever, think it catching a cold (Yeah) Pull up to my city Everybody with it Beat your ass up like Popeye with his spinach Cap posting, play no minutes Fronting like you meant it (Yeah, yeah) JV beat you in a scrimmage Came out the tunnel city calling my name Just passed go you know my game Chain glow, woah from Johnny Dang (Yeah) Tryna play like I suck, I'ma first round pick I’m the type of guy you trade up to get Racks in the sweats you thought I had three dicks Four if you count the handgun Get out my comments if you typing with a Samsung Brink's truck with the ransom Got groupies I’m real handsome Every Royce gotta cop the Phantom Hop in the rover like I’m working for NASA Smoking too much you think I got asthma Balling too hard like I go to DeMatha Snakeskin my boots boy I cut off the rattler When I’m in public I can’t handle myself Walk with racks man I tripled my wealth Dressed in black I walk with stealth Imported fur boy no this ain’t felt I can’t help it this what I do Came through stunting on you and you Y’all changed up fast like the crew Most of my money spent on shoes They say the good things come in twos Don’t think I’m dripping you see good blue? Scraping the pot I’m not talking 'bout stew I got some shooters they were part of the few Hold on, woah More racks in and my wallet can’t fold (Yeah) Big ole' check, iced out VV's and background gold (Woah) My stocking coal, no tour dates set, already sold out shows (Woah) Only make heat, beat got a fever, think it catching a cold (Yeah) Pull up to my city Everybody with it Beat your ass up like Popeye with his spinach Cap posting, play no minutes Fronting like you meant it (Yeah, yeah) JV beat you in a scrimmage Came out the tunnel city calling my name Just passed go you know my game Chain glow, woah from Johnny Dang (Yeah)