No More Stressing Young Scooter (Ft. Guap Tarantino)

[Intro]
We global now

[Chorus: Young Scooter & Guap Tarantino]
I got rich and I ain't look back, now I'm finessing and flexing (Yeah)
Yeah, we made it, mama, so it's no more stressing
Everyday I'm taking chances, for the Freebandz, hustlin'
And I'm a Black Amigo boss, in the streets still thuggin'
Yeah, you know we got them racks, we can do what we want (Racks, racks, racks)
If they touch down with them bags, we get 'em in, get 'em gone (Woo)
I got money on my mind, couldn't forget the hard times
Got some niggas doin' hard crimes, yeah, I know it's perfect time (Let's go, let's go)

[Verse 1: Young Scooter]
A hundred racks on me, a hundred racks on me (Count up)
Every hood I go, I got the pack on me (No cap)
Finessing and flexing and thuggin' in these 'Sace streets (Yeah)
Gamblin' with the old heads, shooting dice for weeks (Yeah)
Shout out to PFK 'cause I play for keeps (Marlo)
Play with Street, twelve niggas shootin' out two Jeeps
I put my mama boyfriend out last week (For sure)
Two diamond chains from Eliantte cost me fifty a piece (Eliantte)
80s baby, I was born in the crack era (Crack era)
Nigga, I can dress the bricks up like mascara (Remix)
If you tryna get rich, then listen to what I tell you
You can't trust these street niggas, they change like the weather (Street)