[Intro: Rich Homie Quan]
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Woah (Woah)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah), yeah
[Chorus: Rich Homie Quan]
It's somethin' 'bout them racks comin' in, 'cause when they come, they make me walk straight, ooh (I be walkin' like a pimp, nigga)
And we can't go for no disrespect 'cause I might shoot a nigga broad day, yeah (I might hit him with the TEC, nigga)
We might act a fool in this school, we was trappin' in the hallways, yeah (I know I made my teachers mad)
Told myself I'ma find me somebody who gon' count this money all day (Woah)
[Post-Chorus: Rich Homie Quan]
And we gon' run it up, we gеttin' it like—
Oh, oh-oh
Oh, oh-oh
Oh-oh
Oh-oh
[Verse 1: Mozzy]
Yeah, ridin' 'round with this fully loaded
If it's smokе like you insinuated, get up on us
Killers say the love me, I'm from Killafornia
Got the verty lookin' purty, ain't no ceilin' on 'em
Mansion in the tuck, couple million for 'em
We ain't boardin' flights with suckers without stealin' on 'em
Doggy switched sides, but he still a homie
You can't get inside this ride, this for killers only
Statement that you gave 'em wasn't G at all
And yo' autograph was on it, I done seen it all
Big brown Bloomey bags when I leave the mall
She ain't talkin' 'bout no chili, then you need to pause
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Woah (Woah)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah), yeah
[Chorus: Rich Homie Quan]
It's somethin' 'bout them racks comin' in, 'cause when they come, they make me walk straight, ooh (I be walkin' like a pimp, nigga)
And we can't go for no disrespect 'cause I might shoot a nigga broad day, yeah (I might hit him with the TEC, nigga)
We might act a fool in this school, we was trappin' in the hallways, yeah (I know I made my teachers mad)
Told myself I'ma find me somebody who gon' count this money all day (Woah)
[Post-Chorus: Rich Homie Quan]
And we gon' run it up, we gеttin' it like—
Oh, oh-oh
Oh, oh-oh
Oh-oh
Oh-oh
[Verse 1: Mozzy]
Yeah, ridin' 'round with this fully loaded
If it's smokе like you insinuated, get up on us
Killers say the love me, I'm from Killafornia
Got the verty lookin' purty, ain't no ceilin' on 'em
Mansion in the tuck, couple million for 'em
We ain't boardin' flights with suckers without stealin' on 'em
Doggy switched sides, but he still a homie
You can't get inside this ride, this for killers only
Statement that you gave 'em wasn't G at all
And yo' autograph was on it, I done seen it all
Big brown Bloomey bags when I leave the mall
She ain't talkin' 'bout no chili, then you need to pause
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