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Livin' my life, cannot slow up I'm stuffin' these racks in my bag
Take too much molly, I throw up I'm thinkin' I gotta relax
I'ma just do what I do I'ma stay chasin' and backends
Can't ever fold, never lackin' All this money, I be stackin

At a party, I wanna turn up When the beat go down, everybody f*cked up
Bottle Hennessy , two, three rounds
Everybody in the party sayin' what's up
Always be thinkin' bout rackies I always be thinkin' bout change
Cocaine sold in little baggies Balmain all over my jeans

Take two drinks, one pill, I'ma smoke
Weed hit back and the smoke make me choke
Can't leave with her, no, that bitch, she a joke
Money so big, can't fit in a boat
Livin' my life, I can't slow up I'm stuffin' these racks in my bag
Take too much molly, I throw up I'm thinkin' I gotta relax

And I can't kiss her, no, no, no She like Santa, ho, ho, ho
Bitches want me want my dough I can never trust no ho
And I can hit you with a fade If you try play with my cake
Double the money and count it a profit We gonna get richer today

I cannot talk to nobody who talkin' to me with that minimum wage
I cannot f*ck with a bitch who a slut no that bitch cannot ever get saved
And I pull up with all the racks, I got the racks in my backpack
I got you pussies all so mad,
Your bitch is sendin' me snapchats

And I cannot save her Molly all gone
That bitch on the run
That bitch want my son
And don't try to fight her
That bitch always wrong
Takin' too long
And she call my phone

I'm livin' my life, I can't slow up I'm stuffin' these racks in my bag
Take too much molly, I throw up I'm thinkin' I gotta relax
I'ma just do what I do I'ma stay chasin' them backends
Can't never fold, never lackin,
All this money I be stackin

Say turn up, get toe up, we party every day
Relaxin' and geekin' Got bitches in our face
I told you I'm chasin' a bag, a bad bitch a ten out of ten
That bitch said she got a man, she say that she cheat on him

Been chasin' these rackies, big body ain't got no backseat
And she shop at Macy's,
These bitches say they wanna date me
And f*ckboy be hatin' That's your bitch, I'm finna lay in
Say, f*ck is you sayin'? Bitches horny call em' Satan

Stay livin' my life, I can't slow up I'm stuffin' these racks in my bag
I take too much molly, I throw up I'm thinkin' I gotta relax
And I'ma just do what I do I f*ck on her, f*ck on your boo
Got these bitches tyin my shoes,
Call my phone, I'm hittin' snooze

Jewelry on my neck, my wrist, my fist, ain't givin' no bitch no kiss
Got a bitch touchin' my face, my hand, my waist Now she grabbin' my dick
Say, f*ck it, we all move on Molly feel it in my teeth
I see what's goin' on, this boy he tryna get geeked

Too much of that molly got me oh so geeked,
Oh so geeked
Oh so geeked
I f*ck on her Barbie, got the bitch touchin' her feet,
Touchin' her feet, touchin' her feet