I'm in the city smokin' gas

Talkin shits so you know I'm on that ass

Runnin' up a bag, why you runnin' from the past?

Can't count on anybody, so I'd rather count some racks

Racks, racks, racks, rather count some racks

Blow a couple then I make it right back

Make it look easy like I be givin' them life hacks

Like man, tell me how you do it like that

In the back of the wraith and I'm counting constellations

And that boy never droppin' shit, I think he constipated

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If you ain't talkin money then I will never have a conversation

I haven't felt good in a couple months

Shawty in pink, I feel like Finn and Princess Bubblegum

It's not what you think, you're not a winner, you're a runner up

If I could straightеn my priorities, then love would not bе one of 'em

Watch the snakes down there, something's in the air

Told you life's no fair, that's why I don't care

Racks, racks, racks, I'm jus tryna get some money

And that's facts, facts, facts, I'll be out here movin' funny

Getting lit, lit, lit, like I'm maccin', wearin sunny

On my shit shit shit, I be out here goin dummy

I'm in the city smokin' gas

Talkin shits so you know I'm on that ass

Runnin' up a bag, why you runnin' from the past?

Can't count on anybody, so I'd rather count some racks

Racks, racks, racks, rather count some racks

Blow a couple then I make it right back

Make it look easy like I be givin' them life hacks

Like man, tell me how you do it like that