[Hook]
I got racks up in my pocket, racks up in my pocket
I got thots all in my phone calling me to stop it
Fourteen hundred for this belt, this ain’t no [bad word] Versace
And I’m smoking all this dope, my hobby’s getting money
I count money like I’m poor, you know I already done it
Twenties, fifties, hundreds, [bad word] I’m stunting
Fifties, hundreds, twenties, oh my goodness
I need my money machine to count this [bad word] for me

[Verse 1]
I'll be flexin' on niggas, just coolin', flexin’
I got my niggas, my money, my toolie
I got my car, and my house and my jewelry
Yes, flexin' on niggas, I ain't worried
Smoking tooka to the [bad word] through shoot ya then you’re dead
I’m getting money [bad word] the feds
I'm Glo Gang, what is this
That’s my [bad word]  you little [bad word] Let’s get rich you little [bad word] Get of my [bad word] you little [bad word] And go get you a brick
Smoking TuTu that’s my opps
So much [bad word] TuTu on my car
Counting rolls like a boss then
You know that I know

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[Verse 2]
Money machine go beep beep
Hop in my car shooting [bad word] du-du du-du du-du beep beep
All these [bad word] boys wanna be me
His [bad word] let me [bad word] her cause I got racks so I hit it like bang bang, skeet, skeet
Tell that on my phone yeah
Money towering on my [?] yeah
Thirty tatted on my gun yeah
It’s time to have fun yeah
His [bad word] say she wanna [bad word] me
She really wanna [bad word] my money
Thought that I ain’t know
She thought that I was a dummy
So I say that [bad word]  baby you on that lame [bad word] [bad word] I don’t play that [bad word] 
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