[Chorus: LouGotCash]
Can't come around, we don't trust you
Ran through the streets with the muzzle
None of my niggas don't tussle
If you want smoke gon' bust you
Hundred racks stashed in the duffel
Hundred racks stashed in the duffel
Hundred racks stashed in the duffel
Hundred racks stashed in the duffel
Can't come around, we don't trust you
Run through the streets with the muzzle
None of my niggas gon' tussle
If you want smoke gon' bust you
Hundred racks stashed in the duffel
Hundred racks stashed in the duffel
Hundred racks stashed in the duffel
Hundred racks stashed in the duffel

[Verse 1: Lil Baby]
Got my pistol on me, ain't got time to scuffle
Three hundred racks in all hundreds, sittin' inside a duffel
Come from the block, we didn't have much so all we know is hustle
Red bottoms, they don't got a scuff on 'em
Catch the opps down bad and bust on 'em
Same bitches didn't wanna fuck with 'em
Now them bitches all wanna fuck with 'em
We catch a private jet to LA, we land in two hours
I make a hundred racks every week, I need some new problems
Me and my bitches just be goin' crazy, we got a shoe problem
Money on my line keep on callin'
Friends are dead, I step inside a coffin
Run off on the plug and then we off him
Every night a different city ballin'
They just wanna see me do bad, but I got a lot of new cash
Everywhere I go a blue rag, and I got a lot of blue cash
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