(Money!)
(Producer tag: Lil'Rob!)
(Yeah)
Sippin' on Jacc, sippin' on Jacc
Sippin' on Act too
Look at my bitch
Love how she walk 'round wit a attitude
We just want raccs, stuffed in the attic
Must come in paccs of blue (yeah)
We just want raccs, stuffed in the attic
Must come in paccs of blue (yeah)
Sippin' on Jacc, sippin' on Jacc
Sippin' on Act too
Look at my bitch
Love how she walk 'round wit a attitude (yeah)
We just want raccs, stuffed in the attic
Must come in paccs of blue (yeah)
We just want raccs, stuffed in the attic
Must come in paccs of blue (yeah)
We just want raccs, tucced off in the attic
I deserve a Patek, bust down, a bad bitch
Cookies be sweet, but you know she a ratchet
Brain if she smart, but don't make me go crash shit
I wanna pull up on em', let em' have it
K in broad day, rip his shit up like plastic
Told em' I'm comin', they said I couldn't have it
I love when niggahs tell me I cain't bag it
VV's come wit the drip, baby, I ain't cappin'
Been runnin' wit out it, it's time to start strappin'
I gotta go get it, that's by any means
Told little big bro, I wan' fill up his jeans
Wanna buy em' a mansion, I know he deserve it
Buy granny whatever, my shit got a purpose
I know I make niggahs from my city nervous
The trynna run down on me, bitch is it worth it?
Gotta fancy bitch and she only write cursive
If you pull up, like 7-11, she slurp it
If she do it right, I'ma buy her a Birkin
My ex bitch on Twitter, and she steady chirpin'
My other X bitch from the A, wildin', twerkin'
The King of my city, it's tatted, it's permanent
Ain't goin' no where, it's my time, bitch you heard me
Said I'm the King of my city, you heard me
Sippin' on Jacc, sippin' on Jacc
Sippin' on Act too
Look at my bitch
Love how she walk 'round wit a attitude
We just want raccs, stuffed in the attic
Must come in paccs of blue (yeah)
We just want raccs, stuffed in the attic
Must come in paccs of blue (yeah)
Sippin' on Jacc, sippin' on Jacc
Sippin' on Act too
Look at my bitch
Love how she walk 'round wit a attitude (yeah)
We just want raccs, stuffed in the attic
Must come in paccs of blue (yeah)
We just want raccs, stuffed in the attic
Must come in paccs of blue (yeah)
(Yeah)
Sippin' on Jacc, sippin' on Jacc
Sippin' on Act too
Look at my bitch
Love how she walk 'round wit a attitude
We just want raccs, stuffed in the attic
Must come in paccs of blue (yeah)
We just want raccs, stuffed in the attic
Must come in paccs of blue (yeah)
Sippin' on Jacc, sippin' on Jacc
Sippin' on Act too
Look at my bitch
Love how she walk 'round wit a attitude (yeah)
We just want raccs, stuffed in the attic
Must come in paccs of blue (yeah)
We just want raccs, stuffed in the attic
Must come in paccs of blue (yeah)
Lil'RobForever - JVCX Lyrics
Lil'RobForever - JVCX Lyrics
We currently do not have these lyrics.
If you would like to submit them, please use the form below.
We currently do not have these lyrics.
If you would like to submit them, please use the form below.
(Money!)
(Producer tag: Lil'Rob!)
(Yeah)
Sippin' on Jacc, sippin' on Jacc
Sippin' on Act too
Look at my bitch
Love how she walk 'round wit a attitude
We just want raccs, stuffed in the attic
Must come in paccs of blue (yeah)
We just want raccs, stuffed in the attic
Must come in paccs of blue (yeah)
Sippin' on Jacc, sippin' on Jacc
Sippin' on Act too
Look at my bitch
Love how she walk 'round wit a attitude (yeah)
We just want raccs, stuffed in the attic
Must come in paccs of blue (yeah)
We just want raccs, stuffed in the attic
Must come in paccs of blue (yeah)
We just want raccs, tucced off in the attic
I deserve a Patek, bust down, a bad bitch
Cookies be sweet, but you know she a ratchet
Brain if she smart, but don't make me go crash shit
I wanna pull up on em', let em' have it
K in broad day, rip his shit up like plastic
Told em' I'm comin', they said I couldn't have it
I love when niggahs tell me I cain't bag it
VV's come wit the drip, baby, I ain't cappin'
Been runnin' wit out it, it's time to start strappin'
I gotta go get it, that's by any means
Told little big bro, I wan' fill up his jeans
Wanna buy em' a mansion, I know he deserve it
Buy granny whatever, my shit got a purpose
I know I make niggahs from my city nervous
The trynna run down on me, bitch is it worth it?
Gotta fancy bitch and she only write cursive
If you pull up, like 7-11, she slurp it
If she do it right, I'ma buy her a Birkin
My ex bitch on Twitter, and she steady chirpin'
My other X bitch from the A, wildin', twerkin'
The King of my city, it's tatted, it's permanent
Ain't goin' no where, it's my time, bitch you heard me
Said I'm the King of my city, you heard me
Sippin' on Jacc, sippin' on Jacc
Sippin' on Act too
Look at my bitch
Love how she walk 'round wit a attitude
We just want raccs, stuffed in the attic
Must come in paccs of blue (yeah)
We just want raccs, stuffed in the attic
Must come in paccs of blue (yeah)
Sippin' on Jacc, sippin' on Jacc
Sippin' on Act too
Look at my bitch
Love how she walk 'round wit a attitude (yeah)
We just want raccs, stuffed in the attic
Must come in paccs of blue (yeah)
We just want raccs, stuffed in the attic
Must come in paccs of blue (yeah)
(Yeah)
Sippin' on Jacc, sippin' on Jacc
Sippin' on Act too
Look at my bitch
Love how she walk 'round wit a attitude
We just want raccs, stuffed in the attic
Must come in paccs of blue (yeah)
We just want raccs, stuffed in the attic
Must come in paccs of blue (yeah)
Sippin' on Jacc, sippin' on Jacc
Sippin' on Act too
Look at my bitch
Love how she walk 'round wit a attitude (yeah)
We just want raccs, stuffed in the attic
Must come in paccs of blue (yeah)
We just want raccs, stuffed in the attic
Must come in paccs of blue (yeah)
(Producer tag: Lil'Rob!)
(Yeah)
Sippin' on Jacc, sippin' on Jacc
Sippin' on Act too
Look at my bitch
Love how she walk 'round wit a attitude
We just want raccs, stuffed in the attic
Must come in paccs of blue (yeah)
We just want raccs, stuffed in the attic
Must come in paccs of blue (yeah)
Sippin' on Jacc, sippin' on Jacc
Sippin' on Act too
Look at my bitch
Love how she walk 'round wit a attitude (yeah)
We just want raccs, stuffed in the attic
Must come in paccs of blue (yeah)
We just want raccs, stuffed in the attic
Must come in paccs of blue (yeah)
We just want raccs, tucced off in the attic
I deserve a Patek, bust down, a bad bitch
Cookies be sweet, but you know she a ratchet
Brain if she smart, but don't make me go crash shit
I wanna pull up on em', let em' have it
K in broad day, rip his shit up like plastic
Told em' I'm comin', they said I couldn't have it
I love when niggahs tell me I cain't bag it
VV's come wit the drip, baby, I ain't cappin'
Been runnin' wit out it, it's time to start strappin'
I gotta go get it, that's by any means
Told little big bro, I wan' fill up his jeans
Wanna buy em' a mansion, I know he deserve it
Buy granny whatever, my shit got a purpose
I know I make niggahs from my city nervous
The trynna run down on me, bitch is it worth it?
Gotta fancy bitch and she only write cursive
If you pull up, like 7-11, she slurp it
If she do it right, I'ma buy her a Birkin
My ex bitch on Twitter, and she steady chirpin'
My other X bitch from the A, wildin', twerkin'
The King of my city, it's tatted, it's permanent
Ain't goin' no where, it's my time, bitch you heard me
Said I'm the King of my city, you heard me
Sippin' on Jacc, sippin' on Jacc
Sippin' on Act too
Look at my bitch
Love how she walk 'round wit a attitude
We just want raccs, stuffed in the attic
Must come in paccs of blue (yeah)
We just want raccs, stuffed in the attic
Must come in paccs of blue (yeah)
Sippin' on Jacc, sippin' on Jacc
Sippin' on Act too
Look at my bitch
Love how she walk 'round wit a attitude (yeah)
We just want raccs, stuffed in the attic
Must come in paccs of blue (yeah)
We just want raccs, stuffed in the attic
Must come in paccs of blue (yeah)
(Yeah)
Sippin' on Jacc, sippin' on Jacc
Sippin' on Act too
Look at my bitch
Love how she walk 'round wit a attitude
We just want raccs, stuffed in the attic
Must come in paccs of blue (yeah)
We just want raccs, stuffed in the attic
Must come in paccs of blue (yeah)
Sippin' on Jacc, sippin' on Jacc
Sippin' on Act too
Look at my bitch
Love how she walk 'round wit a attitude (yeah)
We just want raccs, stuffed in the attic
Must come in paccs of blue (yeah)
We just want raccs, stuffed in the attic
Must come in paccs of blue (yeah)
Writer: Darnell Bookout
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid