作词 : Kiari Kendrell Cephus/Leland Wayne/Jordan Carti
作曲 : Kiari Kendrell Cephus/Leland Wayne/Jordan Carti
My first hunnit racks (Hunnits)
I blew it by the rack (Blew it)
Then I took off the hat (Hat)
Had to Dior the bag (Dior)
No books, this a mag
Shoot it up, **** a bag
I was down to my last
I remember my past (Woo)
Put it up, got packs in the house
Get slapped with a stack in yo' mouth
These hoes get passed
Get slapped with the racks to the mouth
Wit' them racks you get slapped (Slapped)
And this ***** want my mans
'Bout to play with these bands (Play with them)
'Bout to play with these bands
You can come to the land
Got that ***** in my hand
That muh'*****' gon' dance
That muh'*****' gon' dance
We've been God sent
We've been God sent
We not kicking ****
No, we not friends
But I set these trends (Trends)
Put a ***** in the Benz
Dirty money got cleansed
Diamonds jumpin' out the gym
She invite her friends (Friends)
They my type, all tens
And my drip European (Drip)
I done put diamonds on my lense (Woo)
My first hunnit racks (Hunnits)
I blew it by the rack (Blew it)
Then I took off the hat (Hat)
Had to Dior the bag (Dior)
No books, this a mag
Shoot it up, **** a bag
I was down to my last
I remember my past (Woo)
Put it up, got packs in the house
Get slapped with a stack in yo' mouth
These hoes get passed
Get slapped with the racks to the mouth
****** don't want no money, mo' clout
Don't sit, there's a stick in the couch
Get a man, get 'em in, get 'em out
Now my grandma lookin' down proud
My kids not worried 'bout a drought
Baguettes in the teeth, down south
Richard Mille wrist, cost a house
Put the double R truck en route
I go straight out to Mars, valet my car
Trap guitar, straight out the Norf
Losing my mind, I can't think
Fye that ***** up, we gon' blank
I go three hard in the paint
We get high on the perc, 'bout to faint
Swimming with sharks in the tank
You best not drown, when I pop this paint
Blow it in the clouds
My first hunnit racks (Hunnits)
I blew it by the rack (Blew it)
Then I took off the hat (Hat)
Had to Dior the bag (Dior)
No books, this a mag
Shoot it up, **** a bag
I was down to my last (Last)
I remember my past (Woo)
Put it up, got packs in the house
Get slapped with a stack in yo' mouth
These hoes get passed
Get slapped with the racks to the mouth
Wit' them racks you get slapped (Slapped)
And this ***** want my mans
'Bout to play with these bands (Play with them)
'Bout to play with these bands