Lyrics

All these racks coming in they can't fold All these racks coming in they can't fold All these racks coming in they can't fold All these racks coming in they can't fold Ima need a hundred thousand for a show I can hit the strip club and than throw some more All these racks coming in they can't fold All these racks coming in they can't fold She said I smell like weed kush and cologne I said I smell like money please just leave me lone I was all alone I was on the road Yeah had to stack it up let it get some mold Now I got some dough moneys getting old Money so damn old how the fuck can that shit fold Now when they see me out all the girls they drop it low Funny how we came up whipping out the bowl All these racks coming in they can't fold All these racks coming in they can't fold All these racks coming in they can't fold All these racks coming in they can't fold Ima need a hundred thousand for a show I can hit the strip club and than throw some more All these racks coming in they can't fold All these racks coming in they can't fold
Writer(s): Rico Quinones Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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