[Chorus: Tracy & Mackned]

I'm twenty-two, sitting on 22's (Sitting on 22's)

My bitch is yellow and my hundreds blue (And they blue, yuh)

My jewelry cold, I might catch the flu (I might catch the flu)

Too many hoes, which one do I choose?

Four nickels and ninas, we don't do 22's

Mackned, Tracy, had to do what we had to do

Money like a hungry guy, yeah, it's coming through

I spy a bad bitch but I lost the roof

[Verse 1: Tracy]

Yeah, yeah

These bitches is thirsty, I look like Fiji

She in my bed, she not even sleepy

I eat good, man, I'm so greedy

She so polite so I let her please me

[Verse 2: Mackned]

I am on my toes, I know the bitch need me

I carry the strap so naturally, it's like I'm breathing

I take baby steps with you, feel like a pediatrician

You would trade your family for some recognition

[Verse 3: Tracy]

I spend racks, man, I love to splurge (Racks, racks)

Used to be broke but I put in work

I spent your rent on a t-shirt (On a t-shirt)

She is a flirt, pulling down her skirt (Yeah, yeah)

[Verse 4: Mackned]

You can not afford, this ain't what you want

Goth boy in Givenchy, Tracy in Saint Laurent

Used to buy each other meals, now we get racks now

I remember scoring ten, feel like a touchdown

[Chorus: Tracy & Mackned]

I'm twenty-two, sitting on 22's (Sitting on 22's)

My bitch is yellow and my hundreds blue (And they blue, yuh)

My jewelry cold, I might catch the flu (I might catch the flu)

Too many hoes, which one do I choose?

Four nickels and ninas, we don't do 22's

Mackned, Tracy, had to do what we had to do

Money like a hungry guy, yeah, it's coming through

I spy a bad bitch but I lost the roof