Chrome Heart Lens Lil Tracy

[Intro]
(Ginseng)
Yeah
Leggo, leggo

[Chorus]
This bitch got a boyfriend, but she fucking (Woo)
I came five minutes ago, but I look down and she still sucking (She still sucking)
I got a heart inside of my chest, but I feel nothing (But I feel nothing)
I got Chrome Heart inside my lens, I'm seeing money (Money), mmm
I got more pretty hoes than you got racks
Yeah, I'm 'bout my fuckin' business, yeah, my suit got Prada tags
Okay, yeah, all my hundreds crispy and my bitches super bad
Okay, I'm sucking on her titties, she want me to slap her ass
(She want me to slap her ass)

[Verse]
Boy, you talking too much (Mmm, too much)
Made thirty racks today, I used to not have two bucks (I ain't even have two bucks)
You need to tie your shoes up
Before you fuck around and trip tryna run it up with us (You can't run it up with us)
I'm fuckin' your bitch on a Monday
Called the Lyft and she left in a Hyundai
Niggas sneak dissing on Sunday
Then they act like your friend on a Monday
Used to get five racks a show (Five)
Now I look at that shit like it's chump change
Got Rick Owens on all of my toes (My toes)
I'm finna go step on the runway (Woo)
Work, work, work, work, that's all I do, I'm on Rihanna time
My cougar bitch so bad, she was born 1979
I'm a rich nigga, that's facts, I'm confused, I don't know what to buy
My ex bitch got mad, said she leavin', all I said was, "Bye" (K, bye)
I'm a jerk, I know, skinny jeans, my pockets bulge (Leggo)
Fuck a heart of gold, I got me a heart of chrome (That chrome)
Yes, my money long, my bank account look like a phone number (Hold up, hold up)
I said my money long, my bank account look like a phone number