(Niko)
(Hoodrich Keem, yeah, I'm thinkin' 'bout signing that guy)
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(Hoodrich)
All of these racks on me, it's amazin'
I had to stay down, I had to be patient
I'ma get up and get to it, I don't like waitin'
I just want the money, fuck being famous
Me and the money, hidden and tapped in
These niggas be hatin' and I even ain't made it yet
You said you gon' shoot that shot, then make it
They said they gon' count this shit up, but ain't make it yet
I'm in all black, white ones, holdin' with that red dot
Ice cold on my neck, if he reach, he gon' end up like Saint
This Glock on me and it's hell hot
Put a nigga on the goddamn news
I'll shoot this bitch up if I goddamn lose
Pour up some soda then lean back, we got it sewed up
I put my faith inside the roll 'cause it don't fold up
I can't fold, yeah
I can't fold like the racks I hold
You jump in that water, better hold your nose
This Glock hot but he seen it then froze
Having that shit, but I still want more
Niggas don't wanna see me blow
Them niggas don't wanna see me shine
This something that's just a matter of time
Everything good, gotta stay on my grind
Tint on my windows, I feel like the man
When that shit get real, you know I'm down
When them racks hit, you know them hoes mad
I see a fuck nigga, I stay far from that
She flew out here, she not from here
Say it's up there, then it's stuck there
I got that fire, it's on me somewhere
He tried to rob, but he got nowhere
(That boy got nowhere)
He got hit in the blind, he wasn't talkin' 'bout no bucks
He tried and pulled that sweeper, made his partner eat the dust
My bitch don't speak no English
Pourin' different colors in the Styrofoam
I beat the block like Ike did Tina
I been lookin' for that check, you don't got nothin' then I don't need you
I just talk to the streets, money on my dial tone
These racks sing like Aaliyah, my wrist got cold stones
You could find your way out if it ain't no check involved
Came up off the bench, got rich, now all my niggas ball
We conversate with that paper, you got nothin', don't talk
Ain't no money on the line, you shouldn't even call
All of these racks on me, it's amazin'
I had to stay down, I had to be patient
I'ma get up and get to it, I don't like waitin'
I just want the money, fuck being famous
Me and the money, hidden and tapped in
These niggas be hatin' and I even ain't made it yet
You said you gon' shoot that shot, then make it
They said they gon' count this shit up, but ain't make it yet
I'm in all black, white ones, holdin' with that red dot
Ice cold on my neck, if he reach, he gon' end up like Saint
This Glock on me and it's hell hot
Put a nigga on the goddamn news (Hoodrich, bitch!)
I'll shoot this bitch up if I goddamn lose
Pour up some soda then lean back, we got it sewed up
I put my faith inside the roll 'cause it don't fold up