600 Racks

Uh, six hundred racks in a duffel, you either you with us or you ain't

You ain't, it's fuck you

We came in this bitch two Glocks, four pounds, and a ten

So we ain't gonna rumble

You get some money, they love you

As soon as you lose it, them hoes don't want you

Please

Nigga ran through the money, got way more humble

Ten to a twenty, I'm makin' it double

A ten on ya homie, I think he in trouble

Bro seen me make like ten Ms and he ain't get one

'Cause he ain't wanna hustle

I almost put a bird on a bitch ass rap nigga

Shh, but I ain't wanna fumble

Niggas know how I'm layin', Glock 10s, FNs

63s, new Benz

Fuckin' her sis, I'm hittin' two twins

Better believe it, I run up this cash

I give bro and them like two Ms

She fuck good, she gettin' a bag

I call Kim K, get her some SKIMS, yeah

Boss shit, niggas thinkin' I lost it

Made it out of my hardships

Tall bitch throw it back and she toss it

Knock it out of the park shit

Dog shit, I been poppin' that dog shit

On some raisin' the bar shit

Car shit, brrp, you and your dog hit

Talkin' A and that R shit

One mill', two mill', three mill', four

I had that when I came in the door

I was still crack way back '04

I was still sharp way back for sure

She wanna fuck for them racks for sure

He wanna kill for them racks for sure

I'm puttin' everybody out that want war

You'll eat, I'll kill young bull

I'm on that Berks Street, Diamond, Susqu, trap street

Yeah, the real up North

Walk through the valley, shadow of death

You try me, I'll get you killed up North

I bought the Spectre, that shit like electric

I gave it to Khi, it's still out North

Right on the block, it's still out North

I'm up top, got hittas out Newark

Uh, six hundred racks in a duffel, you either you with us or you ain't

You ain't, it's fuck you

We came in this bitch two Glocks, four pounds, and a ten

So we ain't gonna rumble

You get some money, they love you

As soon as you lose it, them hoes don't want you

Please

I'm doin' this shit with ease (Let's go)

She a lil' hood bitch, mean as fuck

For me, she get on them knees (Let's go)

Real hood nigga I'm rockin' a Patek

This shit like three hundred Ps (Ah)

Bro and them pushin' that weed

Goin' live on nigga real quick like Speed

Ya dig?

Too much motion

I went Cullinan, follow the Ghosts (All in the back)

Niggas ain't havin' the way that we havin'

They get on some ho shit

Run up them rackeys, niggas turn into actors

And get on some broke shit

She caught the wave and surfed it

Lambo yacht real fast in the ocean

Bend through ya block on a big boy, coastin'

On 12, what the hell?

Get paid, fuck jail

G43, this bitch tuck well

She get paid to play with that water

I'm eatin' her out, this bitch upscale

She fuck well and stay to herself

Oh, behave, go get her Chanel

Nigga, I'm made, I'll sit in a cell

Before I tell and sit in a cell

So many nights they ain't give me no bail

We was all locked up sittin' in jail

Now Dubai on a yacht, we sail

Arabic dime don't know Meek Mill

I just told her my name Rihmeek

Ten Rolls Royce comin' through like a Sheik

Chase it, chase it, chase it, chase it

Uh, six hundred racks in a duffel, you either you with us or you ain't

You ain't, it's fuck you

We came in this bitch two Glocks, four pounds, and a ten

So we ain't gonna rumble

You get some money, they love you

As soon as you lose it, them hoes don't want you

Please