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That be Maaly Raw Need a girl that puts in work for those racks Yeah, then she brings them back to dad Need a girl that puts in work for those racks Yeah, and she brings them to back to daddy Fashionable killer, ice like the winter, I'm puttin' you under arrest (Ooh) Coughin' all winter, cuff it and win her, princess cut diamonds the best (Best) I'ma remember, give you the world, you my Jasmine, Aladdin, no cap Trap with a MAC, we just be flowin', and she brings it back to daddy (Yeah) Shirt costs a rack, name on your tag, first call, she pull out the 'Lacs (Woo) I can't go back, brick in my bag, now I come clean like a bath, uh She wanna dance Meringue my pendant, plus C-note the watch on my hand (Ha) Vegas, I'm doin' the damage Five hundred C-notes that's stacked in my bag (Oh) Coolin' my jets, ain't Snapchattin' pics to look cool on a jet (Yeah) Uber arrived, boy, you pull to the 'jects (Yeah) Rick Owen on, I'm not new to this dress (Yeah), super my flex Flew to the west, XO the gang, ain't no foolin' the set (Ah) Upgraded house, got a pool and I'll flex (Brr) Shooter beside me, they cool with the ref, blew in the TEC Need a girl that puts in work for those racks Yeah, then she brings them back to dad Letras de cancionesNeed me a bitch that puts in work for those racks Yeah, and she brings them to back to daddy Yeah, sip some syrup, then relax I got birds in the trap I got curtains in the back, yeah (Curtains in the back) Put the whole city on my back Quarter milli' in my bag I'm goin' shoppin' when I land, uh I fill a Backwood up with weed I got a few hoes overseas, uh Turned to the car, ride the beat, uh (Skrrt) Turbo can't stay off the keys, uh Hop out the Porsche to a Jeep, uh (Skrrt) Bitch dressin' up like a cheap ho Seen me count up me some G's, yeah All my sauce covered with G's, uh Cut me a check The only ones talkin' I know ain't a threat I'm a big boss, I can double the bet She mad 'cause I keep ignorin' her texts (Yeah) YSLXO for me 'til we dead (Oh) I fell asleep with two hoes in my bed Get what you want and you don't gotta beg He had me geeked, so I poured up some red Need a girl that puts in work for those racks Yeah, then she brings them back to dad Need me a bitch that puts in work for those racks Yeah, and she brings them to back to daddy I rock Chanel when I flex at bank That Chevy Impala, it creep through your ends Can't trust these riches and no more new friends Feel like Sid Vicious, I hop out the Benz I got a car and I came from the 'jects I feel like Mozart, I play with those keys She say, "Te amo," I don't speak no Spanish I rock Chanel when I flex at the banquet Young nigga slime, very sticky like Twinkie Drown in my drip, man, I swear I can't sink Fuck at the office off one or two drinks Dippin' my pain in this cup, it need ink Need a girl that puts in work for those racks Yeah, then she brings them back to dad Need me a bitch that puts in work for those racks Yeah, and she brings them to back to daddy From Letras Mania