22

Lyrics
[Chorus: Tracy & Mackned] I'm twenty-two, sitting on 22's (Sitting on 22's) My bitch is yellow and my hundreds blue (And they blue, yuh) My jewelry cold, I might catch the flu (I might catch the flu) Too many hoes, which one do I choose? Four nickels and ninas, we don't do 22's Mackned, Tracy, had to do what we had to do Money like a hungry guy, yeah, it's coming through I spy a bad bitch but I lost the roof [Verse 1: Tracy] Yeah, yeah These bitches is thirsty, I look like Fiji She in my bed, she not even sleepy I eat good, man, I'm so greedy She so polite so I let her please me [Verse 2: Mackned] I am on my toes, I know the bitch need me I carry the strap so naturally, it's like I'm breathing I take baby steps with you, feel like a pediatrician You would trade your family for some recognition [Verse 3: Tracy] I spend racks, man, I love to splurge (Racks, racks) Used to be broke but I put in work I spent your rent on a t-shirt (On a t-shirt) She is a flirt, pulling down her skirt (Yeah, yeah) [Verse 4: Mackned] You can not afford, this ain't what you want Goth boy in Givenchy, Tracy in Saint Laurent Used to buy each other meals, now we get racks now I remember scoring ten, feel like a touchdown [Chorus: Tracy & Mackned] I'm twenty-two, sitting on 22's (Sitting on 22's) My bitch is yellow and my hundreds blue (And they blue, yuh) My jewelry cold, I might catch the flu (I might catch the flu) Too many hoes, which one do I choose? Four nickels and ninas, we don't do 22's Mackned, Tracy, had to do what we had to do Money like a hungry guy, yeah, it's coming through I spy a bad bitch but I lost the roof
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Credits
- Writers
- Lil Tracy
- Mackned