Ankle Lock

Lyrics

[Intro] (I-I'm number 6) Okay [Chorus: Lancey Foux] I wrestle the money, the bag in a ankle lock (Grrt) I wrestle the money, the bag in a ankle lock (Huh, huh) She tiptoed to me in a Cartier ankle lock (Ankle lock) I tiptoe in the road, it feel like a anchor dropped (Baow) I sit low in the Rolls, I got my ankles up (Sittin' low) She dips lower and lower as soon as the bands go up I wrestle the money, the bag in a ankle lock I wrestle the money, the bag in a ankle lock (Grrt, ha, ha, ha) [Verse 1: Fimiguerrero] I get to thе cream (Yuh) My hands, I'm ashin' I'm countin' the cash up, the labеl's a lotion in me (Let's go) My chain clang so damn loud (Ha) It sounds like the toaster to me I know that my mum ain't proud I didn't go uni, I was shotting them Z's Ch-Chain like me, neck zero degrees (Ha) You niggas be beefin' your bitches, I wrestle the cash, WWE (Bitch) I-I call a boy ankle sock When I put on this fit, all these bitches can't see Ca-Ca-Cartier ankle lock, Ba-Baltimore act like a ankle pop (Bitch) I throw the cash, go thump I'll slide on your bitch like an Insta dump (Ah) [Chorus: Lancey Foux, Len & Fimiguerrero] I wrestle the money, the bag in a ankle lock (Grraow, grraow) I wrestle the money, the bag in a ankle lock (Huh, huh) She tiptoed to me in a Cartier ankle lock (Ankle lock) I tiptoe in the road, it feel like a anchor dropped (Baow) I sit low in the Rolls, I got my ankles up (Sittin' low) She dips lower and lower as soon as the bands go up I wrestle the money, the bag in a ankle lock (Ankle lock, huh) I wrestle the money, the bag in a ankle lock (Hol' on, uh) [Verse 2: Len] Ankle lock, the racks go up and gyal see me, them pants gon' drop Two things for certain, one is death, the other one, my gang on top (Yes) I just hit Paris fashion week, spent ten racks on my pantalons (My pantalons) I feel like I'm going blind, can't see no competition Optician, put a lens on my eyes, the roads not stayin' the same If you got a show, I'm sendin' my young boy 'round, he's bringin' me back a chain Call me what you want, these niggas can call me sassy These niggas can't call me a stain (Hol' on) Who's the ones turning up London? (Us) Overseas, I turn it to London (Us) [Chorus: Lancey Foux] I wrestle the money, the bag in a ankle lock (Grrt) I wrestle the money, the bag in a ankle lock (Huh, huh) She tiptoed to me in a Cartier ankle lock (Ankle lock) I tiptoe in the road, it feel like a anchor dropped (Baow) I sit low in the Rolls, I got my ankles up (Sittin' low) She dips lower and lower as soon as the bands go up I wrestle the money, the bag in a ankle lock I wrestle the money, the bag in a ankle lock (Grrt)