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[Intro] I got racks up in my pocket, racks up in my pocket (Ayy) I got thots all in my phone calling me, bitch, stop it (Bang, bang, bang) (ISO) Fourteen hunnid for this belt, this ain't no damn Versace (Skrrt, skrrt) (Oh wee, it's Oh!Zone on the beat) Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang Ayy, ayy, ayy Foe'nem just got them racks, got them sacks, them stacks Them rolls, them hoes, them clothes Glo Gang Know how we rocking like cut-off stockings, keep kush in our pockets Bang [Chorus] I got racks up in my pocket, racks up in my pocket I got thots all in my phone calling me, bitch, stop it Fourteen hundres for this belt, this ain't no damn Versace And I'm smoking on this dope, my hobby getting money I count money like a pro, you know that I done done it Twenties, fifties, hundreds, bitch, I'm stunting Fifties, hundreds, twenties, oh my goodness I need my money machine to count this lil' shit for me [Verse 1] I be flexin' on niggas, just coolin' (Flexin', flexin') I got my niggas, my money, my toolie (Need my money and my toolie) I got my cars, my house and my jewelry (Yes, man) Flexin' on niggas, I ain't worried (I ain't worried 'bout a thing) Smoking Tooka to the head (Tooka to the head) Come through, shoot ya, then ya dead (Come through, shoot ya, then ya dead) I'm getting money, fuck the feds (I'm getting money, fuck the feds) And I'm Glo Gang, what is this? (And I'm Glo Gang, what is this?) That's my shit, you lil' bitch (That's my shit, you lil' bitch) Let's get rich, you lil' bitch (Let's get rich, you lil' bitch) Get off my dick, you lil' bitch (Get off my dick, you lil' bitch) And go get you a brick (And go get you a brick) Smoking TuTu, this my oxygen (Smoking TuTu) Too much damn TuTu, where my car keys, man? (Too much damn TuTu) Counting rolls like a boxer, man (Counting rolls) Ya know that I'm the man (Ya know it) [Chorus] I got racks up in my pocket, racks up in my pocket I got thots all in my phone calling me, bitch, stop it Fourteen hundres for this belt, this ain't no damn Versace And I'm smoking on this dope, my hobby getting money I count money like a pro, you know that I done done it Twenties, fifties, hundreds, bitch, I'm stunting Fifties, hundreds, twenties, oh my goodness I need my money machine to count this lil' shit for me [Verse 2] Money machine go, "Beep, beep" Hop in my car, skrrt skrrt skrrt, dudu dudu dudu, beep, beep All these fuck boys wanna be me His bitch let me fuck 'cause I got racks, so I hit it like bang bang, skeet, skeet Tatted up like fuck, yeah Money tatted on my mind, yeah .30 tatted on my gun, yeah It's time to have fun, yeah His bitch say she wanna fuck me She really wanna fuck with money Thought that I ain't know She thought that I was a dummy Told her save that shit Baby, you on that lame ass shit, I don't play that shit [Chorus] I got racks up in my pocket, racks up in my pocket I got thots all in my phone calling me, bitch, stop it Fourteen hundres for this belt, this ain't no damn Versace And I'm smoking on this dope, my hobby getting money I count money like a pro, you know that I done done it Twenties, fifties, hundreds, bitch, I'm stunting Fifties, hundreds, twenties, oh my goodness I need my money machine to count this lil' shit for me