文本歌词

I don't really got to say much
I let my pacc talk
I don't really got to talk much
That's what these racks for
I get fly for the studio
I get fly for the airport
I get fly everywhere I go oh oh
30 bottles up in
In the club rollin' airplanes
You gettin' money you already know (Oh Oh)
So much Cris you would think we buy it wholesale
And my crib so big look like a hotel
When we leave here we smokin' out the hotel
When we leave ain't no tellin' who pay the whole bill
Cause we all gettin' money uh
I don't really got to say much
I let my pacc talk
I don't really got to talk much
That's what these racks for
I'm a broke ni**a's nightmare broke h*es sight stare
And a walking bank roll as long as the dank rolled
It's gon' be hard to hear you n***as
Louis frames so I don't have to see you n***as
Me and the Taylor Gang floatin' on a private plane
Bad b**ch gimme brain hide behind this tinted thing
Money bag kush cologne n***as wonder why we on
All about the benjy's ni**a Puffy Combs
I can make an actress do backflips on a mattress
I can make a sack do a back flip on Saks Fifth
Get trippy with a star it'll get you far
Turnt up in the club TMZ outside my car
I don't really got to say much
I let my pacc talk
I don't really got to talk much
That's what these racks for
Catch me at the spot with mo'
D**e cookies kush kilos and mollys
Smelling like money what a elegant fragrance
This watch I got on is a hell of a statement
Check the clock you know the time
Girl f**k your body I want you mind
In need of getting this money ni**a been spending this money
And partying then you should probably die
I don't really got to say much
I let my pacc talk
I don't really got to talk much
That's what these racks for