THIN LINE
Lyrics
I just been smoking
And making some money
Tryna count me a hundred
Bitch I can ball
But I ain't got no jumper
I got racks in the duffle
Blow them racks fast
Get it back by the summer
Might take a trip to Bahamas
I'm feeling like Gucci
Back then with the hummer
Freaky girl
I can't take her to mama
A bitch say she hungry
Take a hoe to McDonalds
I'm feeling like baby
The number 1 Stunna
Yes sir
Yes sir
Yes sir
Cop you a bow
Or come cop you a bitch
Just don't go copy my shit
I spent me some racks
On my socks and my kicks
Jackie Chan can't even kick it like this
Cuban link on my wrist
Two chains on my neck
And they hitting in 3d
I get money all day
A bitch gotta pay if she wana come see me
Ice on my chest
And I'm feeling so blessed
She sucking me up
And she making a mess
Dumb head
She ain't passing the test
Ice on my chest
And I'm feeling so blessed
She sucking me up
And she making a mess
Dumb head
She ain't passing the test
I just been smoking
And making some money
Tryna count me a hundred
Bitch I can ball
But I ain't got no jumper
I got racks in the duffle
Blow them racks fast
Get it back by the summer
Might take a trip to Bahamas
I'm feeling gucci
Back then with the hummer
Freaky girl
I can't take her to mama
A bitch say she hungry
Take a Hoe to McDonald
I'm feeling like baby
The number 1 stunna
Yes sir
Yes sir
Writer(s): D HEN
Copyright(s): Lyrics © DistroKid
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