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[Hook: Project Pat] Rack racin, I'm sack chasin' for the guallo And you ain't talkin' shit if you ain't talkin' 'bout a dollar My money never foldin', rubba band holdin' Everything together got my pockets on swollen Rack racin, I'm sack chasin' for the guallo And you ain't talkin' shit if you ain't talkin' 'bout a dollar My money never foldin', rubba band holdin' Everything together got my pockets on swollen [Verse 1: Project Pat] Cash rules everything around me I got old money so they cannot help but crown me I been getting bread since jerry curls and niggas wearing beepers Money is everything, wanna learn I'ma teach ya Old school Chevy with the peanut butter seats Blood diamonds on my neck, brand new Jordan's on my feet And I keep that thing clocked just in case you got some static Need some beef in your diet, I'ma let you niggas have it I'm so focused on that sack from this rabbit or this crack More commas for them dollar signs, tunnel vision racks Where I'm from being broke you get lost in the sauce Flougin niggas get exposed out here wanna be a boss And motherfuck a friend, only friend is Ben He can buy me what I want, I protect him with the twins Extendo loaded clips, tryna rob you get killed I got acrobatic dough like a pancake make it flip bitch [Hook: Project Pat] Rack racin, I'm sack chasin' for the guallo And you ain't talkin' shit if you ain't talkin' 'bout a dollar My money never foldin', rubba band holdin' Everything together got my pockets on swollen Rack racin, I'm sack chasin' for the guallo And you ain't talkin' shit if you ain't talkin' 'bout a dollar My money never foldin', rubba band holdin' Everything together got my pockets on swollen [Verse 2: Project Pat] Anytime I do it mane they know its a movie Loud and ciroc, bad bitches in Jacuzzi's Your only living once so I ball out like Kemo You fishes out here lost, tryna find you Nemo Diamonds on my wrist shine like a Vegas Strip If you ain't from my hood, pull up on you make you dip See the way I was built, money first and pussy last If a nigga ever cross, cut him off ain't no pass Ain't no givin', ain't no leeway, real nigga shit All you rattin' ass niggas, y'all can catch a full clip All these pussy niggas hatin' cause the money that I get Rim size 26, taking selfies with your bitch Every nigga with my clique, he is playing with a brick She say money make her cum, presidential suites and flicks Only thing she want is dick, always swallow never spit Counting bread, getting head, I'm addicted to this shit mane [Hook: Project Pat] Rack racin, I'm sack chasin' for the guallo And you ain't talkin' shit if you ain't talkin' 'bout a dollar My money never foldin', rubba band holdin' Everything together got my pockets on swollen Rack racin, I'm sack chasin' for the guallo And you ain't talkin' shit if you ain't talkin' 'bout a dollar My money never foldin', rubba band holdin' Everything together got my pockets on swollen
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