ransom - 60 Racks (Remix) lyrics
rate me[Intro]
It’s the v mix, hot big said it
When the remy’s in the system
Well I got a 60 clip on me
Like the Ak in my pocket bitch
Get money
60 racks in my pocket, or should I say young money
60 racks in my pocket, hey killer you know the ones
Thug for life
[Hook]
I’m all about that motherfucker paper hoe
This one goes out to all my money making hoes
60 racks in my pocket, 60 racks in my jeans
60 racks in my pocket, top back when I lean
I pull up in that motherfucking phantom ghost
This one goes out to all my niggas getting dough
60 racks in my pocket, 60 racks in my jeans
60 racks in my pocket, top back when I lean
Got niggas know that I’m fuego
Them goons move when I say so
50 cal in big bang, truck loaded of that yayo
These niggas know I don’t play bro
I’m the hottest thing that’s smoking
And I don’t play with these niggas
You can say that for Frank Ocean
Once that thing clap I ain’t joking
Get your chain snatched if you boasting
And that same trap I get open
Get your brain cracking if you loaking
You can’t change that if you floating
Face down in that river,
I came back and I’m focus
Now watch how I deliver
Got 60 racks in my denim
I don’t borrow and I don’t lend them
You can follow me when I spend them
Pop that halopine and I end them
Think it’s Halloween when I get them
This silly raps is no topic
I’m riding round with that rocket
Plus 60 racks in my pocket
[Hook]
I’m all about that motherfucker paper hoe
This one goes out to all my money making hoes
60 racks in my pocket, 60 racks in my jeans
60 racks in my pocket, top back when I lean
I pull up in that motherfucking phantom ghost
This one goes out to all my niggas getting dough
60 racks in my pocket, 60 racks in my jeans
60 racks in my pocket, top back when I lean
60 racks that’s no dough,
Matter fact that’s hoe dough
I make that when I transport it
Back and forth taking no does
Rolex, rose gold, my neck, so cold
She seen that, quarter chill, vm black, quarter mill
Real shop, that’s ...60 dial, quarter roll, for the road
Drop top, gone flow, this is not a photobo
Rich cold, caught the flu, cartier say quarter 2
She suck my dick, swallowed it, my watch then said
Quarter 2,
Dip set, young money, niggas know that money grow
When you talk to me you better talk to me
For not pull dead in my summer home
My summer home, pull ...with like a hundred on
... my jewels wet like a thunderstorm
[Hook]
I’m all about that motherfucker paper hoe
This one goes out to all my money making hoes
60 racks in my pocket, 60 racks in my jeans
60 racks in my pocket, top back when I lean
I pull up in that motherfucking phantom ghost
This one goes out to all my niggas getting dough
60 racks in my pocket, 60 racks in my jeans
60 racks in my pocket, top back when I lean
Swear to got I go so hard they call me Tonchy fuck em all
Can’t pack no gun so I keep a knife like that fucking Chucky doll
I’m at your neck like a shark, on your ass like some draws
I got 3 hoes with me, fuck I look like Santa Clause
And I got bitches all over me, real niggas that roll with me
And we get off way like that one bitch from ...
Got a pair of pants with 4 pockets
15 can each on, do the math you motherfucker
I’m on my robbing leech blood
Skating with my home boys
Talking shit, smoking weed
I over see everything, niggas call me overseas
Young mula motherfucker, click clack buya motherfucker
60 racks in my pocket, try to jack and get ...
[Hook]
I’m all about that motherfucker paper hoe
This one goes out to all my money making hoes
60 racks in my pocket, 60 racks in my jeans
60 racks in my pocket, top back when I lean
I pull up in that motherfucking phantom ghost
This one goes out to all my niggas getting dough
60 racks in my pocket, 60 racks in my jeans
60 racks in my pocket, top back when I lean
I got a ill gift, I’m real swift
They be like damn, he still rich
When I send my man in black
Listen, none of nigga ain’t will smith
I sell coke, I deal piff
When I ride by in that black on black
Menage a trios, with 2 double d’s, come to see, that’s racks on racks
Throw ship in it, I get a deal, on the ground or in the air
Then drop it off, then like LeBronn the 4th quarter
I get a deal, I be me, you be you
Apologies to groovy lou
Sorry bra, I ain’t fucking with ...
Yeah, yeah, tell them be cool
Yeh I rep that ...i ain’t even gonna play with them
All I’m underworld for real
You can fool I’m laying under...that’s black on black
Play around I lay you down, 60 racks on you cap nigga
[Hook]
I’m all about that motherfucker paper hoe
This one goes out to all my money making hoes
60 racks in my pocket, 60 racks in my jeans
60 racks in my pocket, top back when I lean
I pull up in that motherfucking phantom ghost
This one goes out to all my niggas getting dough
60 racks in my pocket, 60 racks in my jeans
60 racks in my pocket, top back when I lean.
