[Intro] Power, power, power, power Yeah Gunna, ooo, ooo, yeah
[Chorus] If you outta sight, you outta mind You gotta stack, you gotta grind I'm statin' facts, these niggas lyin' You can't relax and keep wastin' time I want the racks, I gotta get mine Stackin' it up, I work wit' a stride I went from a deuce, turnt up to a nine I sleep with the stars, I know I'ma shine
[Post-Chorus] Same price as the rent, that's the cost for the kicks I'm stackin' up racks just to make a hit list My nigga El Chapo' will chop off ya wrist Pull up wit' them choppas, I know I won't miss Some niggas get locked up, and turned to a snitch But I kept it solid and hard as a brick Winked at your bitch, she want give me a kiss Walked in that bit' I was drippin' like piss
[Verse 1] Bought an AP, and took my wrist out of the pot Pop a bottle of Aces, and pour that shit out Put some diamonds and chandeliers all in the spot How many racks does this young nigga got? I flew to Dubai, I didn't go to DeVry Hunnit racks to put the jet in the sky Time is music, this the best you could buy I'm drippin' bitches, niggas still think they still fly I think I'm the flyest, I ain't got no stylist I'm geeked up off Molly, I'm fucking on Cyrus I flew wit' a choppa, I might catch a body Cause I see these fake niggas through the Cavalli's I got with my locs and we reunited These niggas quote poems, and they bitches like it I didn't turn a hoe, when I got indited If I catch a case, then I gotta fight it My nigga called shawty, he ride with the shottie We pull up in Rari's, these niggas don't like us Smoke weed and sip lean and get money, my vices My frienemies Poison and I know they shiesty I pray to the lord and he know that I'm righteous I need a reward 'cause they say I'm the nicest Got too many bros, they gon' roll out the dices I stay out the way 'cause niggas like mices
[Chorus] If you outta sight, you outta mind You gotta stack, you gotta grind I'm statin' facts, these niggas lyin' You can't relax and keep wastin' time I want the racks, I gotta get mine Stackin' it up, I work wit' a stride I went from a deuce, turnt up to a nine I sleep with the stars, I know I'ma shine
[Post-Chorus] Same price as the rent, that's the cost for the kicks I'm stackin' up racks just to make a hit list My nigga El Chapo' will chop off ya wrist Pull up wit' them choppas, I know I won't miss Some niggas get locked up, and turned to a snitch But I kept it solid and hard as a brick Winked at your bitch, she want give me a kiss Walked in that bit' I was drippin' like piss
[Verse 2] Put the dick in her mouth, and its fuck what you say Fuck the law, blow the police away I blew a 50, 'cause I had a long day When it come to money, I done came a long way I fucked the bitch, but I can't go on a date She sucked me loose, I put some nut on her face Let her see the loft, she gotta fuck at my place I'm steady bossin', bitch I'm havin' my way Niggas in the trap, but can't get away But I've been 'round the world, it feel like I'm tourin' I’m livin' life, I swear I know your life borin' Mama said don't stop, I gotta keep goin' The house so big, the bed room got an alarm The necklace cost so much it came wit' a charm The diamonds drippin' like the rain when it stormy These niggas say that they lookin', well I'm finna' show 'em So many acres it look like a farm 23 Million like I'm Michael Jordan 2 or 3 bitches, they wanna come join Fuck all these bitches, I feel like a Don I looked in the mirror, I know I'm the one You ain't gonna shoot,but you carry a gun Niggas act tough, don't want to bury your son Had to stay down, stack them racks through the month
[Chorus] If you outta sight, you outta mind You gotta stack, you gotta grind I'm statin' facts, these niggas lyin' You can't relax and keep wastin' time I want the racks, I gotta get mine Stackin' it up, I work wit' a stride I went from a deuce, turnt up to a nine I sleep with the stars, I know I'ma shine
[Post-Chorus] Same price as the rent, that's the cost for the kicks I'm stackin' up racks just to make a hit list My nigga El Chapo' will chop off ya wrist Pull up wit' them choppas, I know I won't miss Some niggas get locked up, and turned to a snitch But I kept it solid and hard as a brick Winked at your bitch, she want give me a kiss Walked in that bit' I was drippin' like piss
[Outro] Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeahTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
