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Yea
Their pockets full of nothin'
These racks they don't stop comin'
The beat just keep on drummin'
I'm looking bitch I'm hunting
Sickness in my stomach
Too sick bitch I might vomit
Might take off like a comet
Yea
Fuck up out my comments
I just keep it running
They see it and they love it (Yea)
They see me and they running up
I don't care what they say
Counting racks up all day
Counting racks in broad day
No relaxin' no way
(No way, no way, no way)
(No way, no way)
I'm just counting up
So don't count me out
They ain't count me in
Look how I'm counting now
Made a couple racks
I ain't leave the house
Yea they burning out
Look how I'm turning out
I know they heard it now
It's all from word of mouth
They want a piece of me now
But they can't get that, I'm too reserved
Freak comin' out
I'm bout that get back, fuck what you heard
Yea
Their pockets full of nothin'
These racks they don't stop comin'
The beat just keep on drummin'
I'm looking bitch I'm hunting
Sickness in my stomach
Too sick bitch I might vomit
Might take off like a comet
Yea
Fuck up out my comments
I just keep it running
They see it and they love it (Yea)
They see me and they running up
I don't care what they say
Counting racks up all day
Counting racks in broad day
No relaxin' no way
(No way, no way, no way)
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Chad Frisbie
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