LYRIC

Bags
I got them racks in a bag (aye)
Act
I'm sippin' lean out the flask
She call me, dad
Cause I get money like her dad (Ohh)
Flash
Car go fast like flash (yeahh)
(X2)

I'm sitting back countin' some money and shit
Aye, I'm fucking that bitch that you wanna be with
I hang with the same ol' niggas I don't need new friends
Aye, I'ma pull up and pull out in the Benz
I got bandz on me, I got bandz on me
They all know me so a model hoe tryna put her hands on me
I just hopped in the coupe
Ain't no room for you
Car go just like zoom, car go just like zoom
Black Magic, I stay with a bad bitch
I ball like Madden, I ball like baskets
Ouuu, Oh no, I'm not average
New clothes, new fabric
Black Benz, foreign actress
Car go fast like flash, car go fast like skrt
Whoa, she pulled down her skirt (skrt, skrt, skrt)
Yea, she pulled on my Loui, I let her do the work
She hold my bandz on her purse, she know what it's worth

Bags
I got them racks in a bag (aye)
Act
I'm sippin' lean out the flask
She call me, dad
Cause I get money like her dad (Ohh)
Flash
Car go fast like flash (yeahh)
(X2)

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