DJ Diamond Kuts
Monee Del Rey
[Intro]
That be Maaly Raw


[Chorus: DJ Diamond Kuts]
I got racks, I got clothes, I got hoes
I got shooters, I ain't worried about yours
I got racks, I got clothes, I got hoes
I got shooters, I ain't worried about yours
I got racks, I got clothes, I got hoes
I got shooters, I ain't worried about yours
I got racks, I got clothes, I got hoes
I got shooters, I ain't worried about yours

[Verse 1: Lil Uzi Vert]
I'm gonna ball 'til I fall
Lil Uzi never gon' fall
Ayy, my money stacked eight feet tall
Ayy, told your bitch to drop them drawers
I swear to god, it was nothin'
Turn that shit right into somethin'
All of my bitches, they bustin', ayy
All of my bitches they bustin', ayy
Aim at your head like concussion, ayy
N***a that be repercussion, ayy
All of my n***as they bustin', ayy
All of my n***as they bustin', ayy
Most of these n***as be busters, ayy
All of my n***as they hustlers, ayy
Lil Uzi ball like a rucker, ayy
Don't want your bitch, want your mother, ayy
In the trap, n***a, I'm whippin', ayy
N***a, I'm whippin' that supper, ayy
If the cops come, I'm gon' flush it, ayy
If the cops come, I'm gon' flush it, ayy
[Chorus: DJ Diamond Kuts]
I got racks, I got clothes, I got hoes
I got shooters, I ain't worried about yours
I got racks, I got clothes, I got hoes
I got shooters, I ain't worried about yours
I got racks, I got clothes, I got hoes
I got shooters, I ain't worried about yours
I got racks, I got clothes, I got hoes
I got shooters, I ain't worried about yours

[Verse 2: Lil Uzi Vert]
Ayy, sippin' that lean, I'm monster
My bitch, she look like Teyana
Chopper big like Iman Shumpert
Rockin' that Wang, Alexander
Sometimes I feel like I’m Shabba
Kanye told me he was happy
Four of my hoes got family
Now I be gettin' them dollars
Diddy be given' me knowledge
Xan in the lean give me power
Tear up the pussy, got molly
I be whippin' the chowder
My bitch, she be in college
What the fuck you talk about me
Little Uzi got the dollars, ayy
2050 in the hunnid
N***a, I'm stuntin'
I'm gettin' money
You don't get nothin'
I'm countin' the comma
Lil Uzi gettin' the dollars
I be designer
I ain't worried 'bout your homie
[Chorus: DJ Diamond Kuts]
I got racks, I got clothes, I got hoes
I got shooters, I ain't worried about yours
I got racks, I got clothes, I got hoes
I got shooters, I ain't worried about yours
I got racks, I got clothes, I got hoes
I got shooters, I ain't worried about yours
I got racks, I got clothes, I got hoes
I got shooters, I ain't worried about yours
I got racks, I got clothes, I got hoes
I got shooters, I ain't worried about yours
I got racks, I got clothes, I got hoes
I got shooters, I ain't worried about yours
I got racks, I got clothes, I got hoes
I got shooters, I ain't worried about yours
I got racks, I got clothes, I got hoes
I got shooters, I ain't worried about yours