
Jackpot Danny Towers (Ft. wifisfuneral)
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Wifisfuneral: Yuh, Whoo, Yuh, Aye, yeah yeah, okay, yeah yeah, aye, okay, yeah yeah, aye, damn, yeah aye, aye
[Hook: Wifisfuneral]
Woke up feelin' like
I just hit the Jackpot
I just left the trapspot
Boomin' out the window
Fuck the Feds
Tell me watcha' want
Now I just need some cash now
Remember I was dead broke
Nothing was a joke
Now I'm countin' bands innit'
Now see, I just had to ask now
Thumbing through them hunnids, and them fifties
Come for women, make some cash now
Come and make some cash now
See, I just had to ask now
Thumbing through them hunnids, and them fifties
Come for women, make some cash now
[Verse 1: Danny Towers]
Okay, I just beat the pack out
I just pulled my racks out
You won't catch me lackin'
Pack Inspector Gadget ratchet
On my lap now
Got Y-3 on my hat now
Posted with the robbers
Ain't no tellin' if they pop out
They gon' rock out [?]
Remember being dead broke
Rocket in my shell toes
Pocket full of dead folks
I ride for my dinero
We gon' go to war aye
All these niggas lunch meat
Yappa in the front seat
[Hook: Wifisfuneral]
Woke up feelin' like
I just hit the Jackpot
I just left the trapspot
Boomin' out the window
Fuck the Feds
Tell me watcha' want
Now I just need some cash now
Remember I was dead broke
Nothing was a joke
Now I'm countin' bands innit'
Now see, I just had to ask now
Thumbing through them hunnids, and them fifties
Come for women, make some cash now
Come and make some cash now
See, I just had to ask now
Thumbing through them hunnids, and them fifties
Come for women, make some cash now
[Verse 1: Danny Towers]
Okay, I just beat the pack out
I just pulled my racks out
You won't catch me lackin'
Pack Inspector Gadget ratchet
On my lap now
Got Y-3 on my hat now
Posted with the robbers
Ain't no tellin' if they pop out
They gon' rock out [?]
Remember being dead broke
Rocket in my shell toes
Pocket full of dead folks
I ride for my dinero
We gon' go to war aye
All these niggas lunch meat
Yappa in the front seat
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