Producer Gotta Draco

Lyrics

[Intro: 10kDunkin] This shit we be doin' ain't right Producer walked in with a Draco (Plugg) [Chorus: 10kDunkin] Yeah, the shit we be doin' ain't right My producer walked in with a Draco Tryna stack them racks tall, then lay low I might pull up to your party with that fire I'm about my money, you can see it in my eyes Designer frames on, you can't even see my eyes We havin' them racks on us, I ain't lyin' I ain't window shoppin' no more, if I see it, I'ma buy [Post-Chorus: Tony Shhnow] I'm always lookin' at the money, you can see it in my eyes At the trap gettin' cake, but not here to blow pies My bitch got an onion booty, make your ass cry Call the K R. Kelly, it can make your ass fly Pull that chick, she get wеt, should've let that man dry Make a moviе, camera flash, then young Tony pan out My partner make beats, but I brought them bands out Both feet on the street, I don't need a hand out [Verse 1: 10kDunkin] We ain't ever need no hand Got one hand on the Glock, got one hand on the band I got a Glock in my pocket, you can tell by my stance He thought it was a lick, we had to change up his plans He be walkin' to the money, when I see it, I ran And the coupe got tint, you can't even see in We be ballin' on these niggas, go by ESPN [Verse 2: Tony Shhnow] Play and give 'em one shot like I need 'em again I'm sippin' on dirty mud but I'm still neat with the bands I'm countin' at the pre-show with a Glock in my pants I done tied up bitches with the knots in my hands MCM shirt and Margiela the woo Fucked up Flame, made it right in the The Voo TEC on my hip, I can't play games with you He know we got a check, sayin' that we gon' do it (Plugg) [Chorus: 10kDunkin] Yeah, the shit we be doin' ain't right My producer walked in with a Draco Tryna stack them racks tall, then lay low I might pull up to your party with that fire I'm about my money, you can see it in my eyes Designer frames on, you can't even see my eyes We havin' them racks on us, I ain't lyin' I ain't window shoppin' no more, if I see it, I'ma buy [Post-Chorus: Tony Shhnow] I'm always lookin' at the money, you can see it in my eyes At the trap gettin' cake, but not here to blow pies My bitch got an onion booty, make your ass cry Call the K R. Kelly, it can make your ass fly Pull that chick, she get wet, should've let that man dry Make a movie, camera flash, then young Tony pan out My partner make beats, but I brought them bands out Both feet on the street, I don't need a hand out [Outro] (Plugg)