[Intro]
(Niko)
(Hoodrich Keem, yeah I'm thinking about signing that guy)
(Hoodrich)

[Chorus: 10kdunkin & Tony Shhnow]
All of these racks on me it's amazin'
I had to stay down, I had to be patient
I'ma get up and get to it, I don't like waitin'
I just want the money, fuck being famous
Me and the money, hidden and tapped in
These n***as be hatin' and I even ain't made it yet
You said you gon' shoot that shot, then make it
They said they gon' count this shit up, but ain't make it yet
I'm in all black, white ones, holdin' with that red dot
Ice cold on my neck, if he reach, he gon' end up like Saint
This Glock on me and it's hell hot
Put a n***a on thе goddamn news
I'll shoot this bitch up if I goddamn lose
Pour up some soda thеn lean back, we got it sewed up
I put my faith inside the roll 'cause it don't fold up

[Verse 1: 10kdunkin]
I can't fold, yeah
I can't fold like the racks I hold
You jump in that water, better hold your nose
This Glock hot but he seen it then froze
Having that shit but I still want more
N***as don't wanna see me blow
N***as don't wanna see me shine
This something that's just a matter of time
Everything good, gotta stay on my grind
Tint on my windows, I feel like the man
This shit get real, you know I'm down
When them racks hit, you know them hoes mad
I see a fuck n***a, I stay far from that
She flew out here, she not from here
Say it's up there then it's stuck there
I got that fye, it's on me somewhere
He tried to rob but he got nowhere
(That boy got nowhere)
[Verse 2: Tony Shhnow]
He got hit in the blind, he wasn't talkin' 'bout no bucks
He tried to pull that sweeper, made his partner eat the dust
My bitch don't speak no English
Pourin' different colors in the Styrofoam
I beat the block like Ike did Tina
I been lookin' for that check, you don't got nothin' then I don't need ya
I just talk to the streets, money on my dial tone
These racks sing like Aaliyah
My wrist got cold stones
You could find you way out if it ain't no check involved
Came up off the bench, got rich, now all my n***as ball
We conversate with that paper, you got nothin', don't talk
Ain't no money on the line, you shouldn't even call

[Chorus: 10kdunkin & Tony Shhnow]
All of these racks on me it's amazin'
I had to stay down, I had to be patient
I'ma get up and get to it, I don't like waitin'
I just want the money, fuck being famous
Me and the money, hidden and tapped in
These n***as be hatin' and I even ain't made it yet
You said you gon' shoot that shot, then make it
They said they gon' count this shit up, but ain't make it yet
I'm in all black, white ones, holdin' with that red dot
Ice cold on my neck, if he reach, he gon' end up like Saint
This Glock on me and it's hell hot (Hoodrich Bitch)
Put a n***a on the goddamn news
I'll shoot this bitch up if I goddamn lose
Pour up some soda then lean back, we got it sewed up
I put my faith inside the roll 'cause it don't fold up